There was the sound of footsteps hurrying toward them. Johnny and Baba froze to the rock.
"Hey, you two," Jeb's voice came softly, "I don't know what you're aimin' to do, but you'd better hurry up about it. They're fixin' to mount searchlights on the wall."
Johnny was flabbergasted. The old hunter was helping them!
There was a chuckle from below.
"Hurry up, now. I don't want no more baby marva a-haunting me like the one I told you about."
"Thanks," Johnny whispered. "Golly, thanks! Come on, Baba," he clicked, turning his head back to the little bear.
Baba began to scurry along up the rocks once more.
"Just one thing more," the whisper followed them. "Ain't that clickin' the way those critters got of talking?"
"Yes," Johnny answered.
"I figgered it, by gosh!" Jeb chuckled deep in his throat. "I just knew you was fixin' up a getaway. Good luck, you two!"