“Sure would, but I don’t see how he could do that—I mean, get a plane up here. They’d be sure to see it and then it would be all off.”
“Well, ‘sufficient unto the day is the evidence thereof,’” Jack quoted. “Let’s not worry about that part of it. I guess the captain will be able to work out some plan to do the trick, but I sure would like to chase that fellow the next time he takes a trip.”
“Perhaps we’ll have a chance. You never can tell.”
As he finished speaking voices were heard approaching.
“Keep quiet,” Bob, who was at the peep hole immediately, cautioned. “Here comes the whole gang.”
The boys almost held their breath as the five men passed within a dozen feet of their refuge and struck off down the trail.
“I wonder if they have any suspicion that we are anywhere abouts,” Jack whispered after the last man disappeared.
“Don’t know why they should, but of course they do know that we are not a thousand miles away and there isn’t much doubt but what they know what we are up in this part of the world for.”
After waiting about an hour to give the men a good start of them they started. Following the trail south until they came to the place where they had struck it earlier in the day they left it and turned due east. Every little ways they broke a small twig from a bush or tree choosing a place where it would not be likely to be seen by any one else.
“We ought to reach the camp by night tomorrow if this game leg of mine holds out,” Bob said as they trudged along.