“All roight, sor!” he said. “Your worrud is law, sor. But the risk is very great for ye, Misther Frank. I think ye had betther let me go, sor.”
“No,” said Frank, resolutely. “I will go myself.”
The brave Celt could say no more.
He knew better than to attempt to gainsay his master, and Frank made preparations for the search.
Of course there was the likelihood that the cave was yet in the possession of the brigands.
In this case it would be perilous indeed to invade it.
Also, if the pit into which Harding and Pomp had fallen was connected with the main cave, their position would be a hazardous one as well.
Barney had instructions in black and white.
This was to elevate the Kite to the height of a hundred feet, and there to hold it anchored.
The Celt did as he was told.