"No, sir," said Tim promptly.
"What? What's that?"
"The pay-off," persisted Tim, "comes later. When we get back to civilization. You said something about removing your objections to our marriage, remember?"
Captain Jonathan growled and stood up. "Confound it, do you think of everything? Well—all right, then. I'm a man of my word. But when we get back to civilization may be a long time yet."
"I can wait," grinned Tim. "But I've got a feeling I won't have to wait long. Maybe I'm psychic all of a sudden. I don't know. But somehow I've got a hunch that when we get to the cave-mouth, we're going to find a rescue party waiting for us up there. I just feel that way."
"Humph!" snorted Lane. "You're a dreamer, lad! A blasted, wishful dreamer!"
But it was a good dream. For the hunch was right.