The spy started and looked eagerly at the speaker. His dry lips moved as though he were trying to voice the sudden hope that had flashed through his brain; but no sound followed. Still it could be seen that his despair was not as complete as before.
“But Frank,” interrupted Pudge, “perhaps it won’t be necessary for you to skip out and leave.”
“Tell me what you mean, Pudge?” Frank asked him.
“Use the telephone, and talk with the Major. Yes, it was knocked out of commission by those smarties, but while you were away this morning, having nothing else to do, I amused myself hunting for the break in the wire, which I found and easily spliced.”
“Does it work all right now, Pudge?” questioned Billy, grinning at the thought of the other doing all that climbing, because action of this sort was hardly the forte of their stout chum.
“As good as ever, for I tested it,” he was told.
Frank, however, shook his head in the negative.
“I think I had better go personally and see the Major,” he told them.
“How’s that, Frank?” remarked Billy quickly. “Do you suspect that in some way those men may have tapped our wire?”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it past them,” came the reply. “Spies have to be up to all sorts of clever dodges, and that would be just in line with their work.”