When Judy finally ran out of breath, the ranger motioned for the two girls to get into the coupe.
“But aren’t you going to do anything about it?” Judy demanded. “Don’t you intend to find out if those men hiding in the cave are hi-jackers?”
“Sure, I intend to do something about it,” Diethelm drawled, “but I’m not foolhardy. We’re up against a tough gang. There may be shooting. I need reenforcements.”
“I guess that’s right,” Judy agreed. Her gaze fell upon the radio equipment in the ranger’s car. “Couldn’t you call the ranger station?”
“Sure,” Diethelm said again. “Sure. Come on, get in, and I’ll take care of it.”
Judy and Kathleen obeyed, sliding in beside the ranger. He turned the car around in the narrow roadway, heading it toward the main highway.
“I’ll drive you up the hill,” he said. “It’s safer that way. Then if there should be shooting, you’ll be all right.”
“Can’t we get word to the ranger station right away?” Judy urged again. “Those men may decide to try to pull out of here any minute.”
“Take it easy,” Diethelm advised. “Let me handle this, will you?”
“Sorry,” Judy mumbled. “I didn’t mean to suggest—only—”