"How do you do the trick, anyway?" asked Harry curiously.
"Does it really sound like the click of a rattler?" asked Tom.
"Does it? I was 'stung' almost as badly as poor Alf was. How do you do the trick?"
"I'll show you, some time," nodded Tom Reade.
With that promise Harry had to be content, and so must the reader, for the present.
Hazelton went out to stand first watch with Joe Timmins. Alf Drew, finding that the Dunlop party had no room for him under the shelter they had rigged from the rear of the automobile, curled himself on the ground under a tree and fitfully wooed sleep. By daylight the little fellow was fretfully awake, his "nerves" refusing him further rest until he had rolled and smoked two cigarettes. By the time the smoke was over Jim Ferrers called to him to help start the breakfast.
Nothing had been seen of the four intruders through the night.
"I think we shall try to get safely through to Dugout City this morning," suggested Mr. Dunlop.
"You'll make it all right, if you have gasoline enough," remarked Ferrers, who hovered close at hand with a frying pan filled with crisp bacon.
"You don't believe Gage will try to attack us on the way?"