“Not yet,” he answered. “Let’s wait until morning, and then we’ll take lanterns, ropes and things.”
“And something to eat,” added Chot. “We may be gone all day. And are you going to tell Uncle Tod?”
“Not until we find something that’s worth while telling,” was Rick’s answer. “He and Sam Rockford would only laugh at us if they came here and found out we’d chucked aside these stones just to uncover a hole in the side of the hill.”
“I think it’s more than just a hole,” declared Chot. “Don’t you think it’s part of the tunnel?”
“I’m sure it is!” asserted Rick. “You wouldn’t get that much air coming from just a hole or cave. There wouldn’t be any current. But you can feel how hard this wind pours out.”
“It sure does,” agreed Chot, and, indeed, there was a very decided current of air coming from the opening they had uncovered by moving the stones.
“That shows there’s a shaft, or tunnel, with air coming in the other end,” declared Rick. “Now the thing for us to do is to go in and—”
“Find Lost River,” interrupted Chot with a laugh.
“That’s it,” agreed his chum. “But we’ll go back to camp and start out again in the morning.”
“And aren’t you going to tell Uncle Tod?” Chot asked.