“Let’s get these to one side,” said Bob, and for the next few minutes the young men worked furiously.
Finally they made an opening sufficient for them to pass through.
“Now we’ll see who’s here,” muttered Joe Lewis.
The youths worked their way through the passage, their eyes trying to pierce the darkness.
Suddenly they drew back with a cry of surprise.
CHAPTER II
The Aimless Wanderer
EMERGING from behind a pile of boxes was a small boy, his face black with dirt that looked the product of weeks. The clothes he wore were soiled and torn, and his shoes barely clung to his feet.
“Thanks!” was all he said, as he glanced up shyly at Bob and Joe.