“Gracious! I never thought of that. Guess we’d better get under cover, though I don’t suppose there’s much danger. He’ll be too busy with the plane to notice us.”
“But we’ll take no chance,” Bob advised.
So they crawled into the bushes at the farther end of their hiding place and Bob expressed himself as satisfied that they were practically invisible to anyone from above.
They had hardly got settled when, with a noise as of a dozen gattling guns the big plane swooped down within a few feet of their heads. Instantly Bob crawled to the peep hole and looked out.
“Some landing,” he announced as he drew back his head. “He rolled up to within a few feet of the door of the cabin. Just a minute and I’ll see what they are doing.”
But for some time there appeared no sign of activity about the cabin.
“Guess they’re eating dinner,” Jack said as he relieved Bob at the peep hole.
“More than likely, but I guess there’ll be something doing before long,” Bob agreed.
And he was right, for a few moments later Jack announced that the men had come out of the cabin. “And they’re loading something into the plane.”
“Guess there’s no doubt as to what it is.”