“I wish we had Ruddy here,” voiced Rick.
“It would be better,” agreed his chum. “But I reckon it’s all right; I don’t hear a sound, and if any of ’em was hurt we’d hear groans.”
“Unless they were unconscious,” Rick said.
However they listened and heard not so much as a whisper coming from the overturned car. Then they plucked up courage to go nearer. Still no sound—no motion—nothing.
“The car isn’t broken much, as far as I can see,” said Rick in a low voice.
“That’s good—maybe it’ll run after its turned right side up,” spoke Chot.
They had now approached close enough to make sure that no one—certainly no wounded or injured bank robbers—were in the overturned car. There was a little pool of blood on the ground, however, which seemed to indicate that some one had been hurt. But of the men there was not a trace. And, as far as the boys could see, none of their baggage or Mr. Campbell’s was missing—at least none of the large pieces.
“Maybe they’re hiding in the cave,” suggested Chot.
“Who?”
“The bank robbers.”