The sound that had startled the three in the cavern chamber immediately brought before the minds of Dick and Sandy a vision of the evil face of the Indian.
“Shall we go back and chase whoever it is out of the cave?” Sandy queried tensely.
“I wouldn’t do anything like that,” Dick shook his head. “If it’s the scar-faced Indian he’ll have a trap set for us. We’ll just watch the entrance while your uncle copies the map. When that’s done, all three of us will be ready for trouble.”
Factor MacClaren considered Dick’s plan wise and went ahead with his work, while Dick and Sandy turned their attention to the entrance of the chamber.
Fearfully they waited, wondering just what might appear. It was very nearly an hour before Walter MacClaren finished copying the map, yet no one had come. Out of the corner of their eyes, Dick and Sandy watched the factor erase the charcoal tracings on the rock and turn to them.
Map Drawn by Factor MacClaren
“We’re ready to go back to the fort now,” he said.
“If we ever get back,” Sandy rejoined.
“Oh, I don’t think there’s much danger with the three of us,” Dick encouraged.