“Oh Paul!”
“Oh Walter!”
Thus they gasped, the two girls seeking refuge in their brothers’ arms, while Belle and Bess clung to one another.
“Oh, that horrible man!” gasped Belle.
“Bombee won’t hurt you,” said the old man, humbly. “And I ask your pardon. I had to do what I thought best, but it is all over now. I give up!”
“Let’s get out of this terrible place,” begged Cora.
“Come on, then,” returned Jack. “Why, it’s a regular underground printing shop,” he added as he looked around. “Here’s where they made the counterfeit tickets.”
“Yes, this is the place,” confessed the old man. “You have found our secret.”
Walter and Paul started to go out of the cave the way they had come in.
“There is a shorter way,” said the old man. “It leads to your bungalow.”