In less than fifteen minutes Jack was back and Bob knew from the expression on his face that he had something important to report.
“There’s an opening there,” he announced. “And, Bob, unless I’m terribly mistaken it’s been used as a landing field. There must be all of ten acres in it and it’s smooth enough. And there’s a cabin on the further side.”
“One of the disappearing kind?”
“I don’t think so. It’s much larger.”
“Didn’t see anybody did you?”
“Not a soul, but I only waited a minute.”
“Well, we’d better find a good place where we can watch without danger of being seen and we’d better do it quick too. Those fellows who have been doing the shooting are undoubtedly making for that cabin and we want to be cached before they get there.”
After a short search they succeeded in finding just the right kind of a place. A cleft about three feet wide and eight feet long between two large rocks was closed at both ends by clumps of bushes. Once within the trench, as Jack called it, they were invisible to any one unless he climbed on to one of the rocks and looked down. On the other hand, by slightly parting the bush at the end nearer the clearing, they had an uninterrupted view of the entire field.
“Couldn’t be better for our purpose,” Bob declared, as he stretched out at full length on the ground and peeped out.
“There comes Tiny,” he announced a moment later, as the giant emerged from the woods a little to the right of the cabin.