“I hope so, sor.”
“Of course the greasers are familiar with the passages in this mine.”
“Yis, sor.”
“They probably will make a very thorough search. In that case they will be likely to run us down.”
“Shure, I fear that, sor.”
Lying upon the hard floor of the shaft the two fugitives listened fearfully for sounds of the pursuit.
But none came, and after awhile they felt a renewal of hope.
But to remain where they were was out of the question.
Where to go or what to do was a problem.
Finally Frank decided that the best move was to cautiously work their way if possible back to the main body of the mine.