The boy stirred slowly and sat up. Suppose morning came and no one arrived? Tom would not find a bag of gold, and he would surely beat poor Philippe for deceiving him.
No, he could not take that chance. There was only one thing to do. He must try to escape with Zelie now.
Philippe stole softly to his little friend's side.
"Quiet, quiet, Zelie! Not a sound! Come with me," he whispered.
Softly, silently they tiptoed toward the entrance of the cave.
THEY TIPTOED TOWARD THE ENTRANCE OF THE CAVE
But Philippe had forgotten one thing. He had forgotten Trompke. And Trompke was not to be forgotten! The little dog lay chained to a rock.
Tom always took care to keep him tied. Trompke was an important member of that little group.