"Hide where?" Roger demanded.
"Up in that hole, or cave," went on Jimmy, pointing to one that showed through a fringe of bushes in the face of a hill which was bordered by the road. "We can stay there until we see who is here."
In the fast-falling darkness they scrambled up the hill and dodged into the cave. As far as they could tell it seemed to be a fairly large one.
"Look down and see if you can make out who was doing that talking, Roger," Jimmy directed. "I have a flashlight in my pocket, but I guess the water's put it out of business. Otherwise, we could see what sort of place we're in."
Jimmy's fears regarding the light were only too true. It was useless without a new battery. Roger looked down toward the road, but could see nothing, nor did they hear any more talk.
They were debating with themselves what was best to do when it began to rain hard, and Jimmy said:
"Well, we can keep dry in here, or, at least, we won't get any wetter. Good thing we found this cave when we did. But I'd like to have a light so we could see what it is. Might be a whole squad of Huns in here for all we know."
"Not very likely," decided Roger. "If there were any here they'd have tackled us before this. Say, this is some storm!
"I'd like to know who it was we heard," continued Roger, when he and his chum had been in the cave perhaps half an hour.
"So would I," assented Jimmy. "Well, if it stops raining we can——"