“Just what do you mean?”
“I mean is there any connection between the fellows who’ve got us tied up here and whoever is cutting up monkeydidoes at the camp?”
“My, but you do have a wonderful faculty for asking easy questions,” Jack declared after a moment’s pause.
“Well, of course—”
Bob started to speak but just then his ear caught a sound and he stopped.
“Someone’s at the door,” he whispered.
A moment later the door was swung open and someone stepped inside closing it behind him. For an instant a beam of light played about the cave until it rested on them, then the man came slowly toward them. When he was close to them he spoke and both recognized the voice as belonging to the young man they had met earlier in the day.
“Well, I warned you that you’d get into trouble if you kept on, and you see I was right.”
“That’s so,” Bob agreed.
“Your name’s Golden, isn’t it?”