“A cave?”
“Shure, sor.”
Frank laughed quietly.
“Why, of course it is!” he declared. “What else could it be?”
“Well, sor,” said Barney, confusedly, “that is—I would say, sor, it is a cave, and what is more, it is loikely a part of the other cave, sor!”
Like a flash the Celt’s meaning flashed upon Frank Reade, Jr.
It was certainly a bright thought.
“Good for you, Barney!” he declared. “I never thought of that. If it is true, which pray Heaven it is, our friends must be all safe.”
“Very loikely, sor!” said Barney, confidently. “No, sor, I’ll niver give up the hope that the naygur is aloive an’ safe!”
“Good enough!” cried Frank. “Now let us look this matter up. But——”