“Oh!” cried Harding, with comprehension. “I see. Frank believed that the pit led down into the cave!”
“That’s it, sor.”
“And he has gone into the cave to look for us?”
“Yis, sor.”
“Oh, that’s all right!” cried the young gold seeker, with a breath of relief; “then we had better simply remain here until he returns. But—there is a possibility that he may get lost in the cave.”
“Huh! Don’ yo’ believe dat, chile. If we could fin’ our way out ob dat place, yo’ kin jes’ bet dat Marse Frank could do de same.”
“Begorra, an’ that’s thrue enough,” agreed Barney.
“Well, then, all we can do is to wait here for his return!” said Harding.
“Av coorse it is.”
“I reckon dat am de bes’ way.”