“Call,” said Ned. “Tavia you call, they might be frightened at the sound of a man’s voice if they are in there.”
“Dorothy! Dorothy!” called Tavia, standing as near the door of the cave-hut as she dared trust herself to go.
Then they waited.
“Someone is moving inside,” said Ned, “I’m going in. She may not be able to come out.”
“Oh, don’t go in,” pleaded Tavia, “they may only be trying to trap you.”
“Well, I’ll take chances,” insisted the boy.
“And I’m with you,” declared his brother. “We’ve got to see who is there. Keep your gun handy, Ned.”
So saying, and each with a revolver ready in his hand, the brothers entered the cave.
Tavia dropped on her knees! It was one of those awful moments when only Providence seems strong enough to help.
But scarcely had she buried her face in her hands than she heard her name called.