“Come on, John,” coaxed Fred. “You’re all right. Tell us about it.”
John made another great effort. “That man,” he managed to gasp.
“‘Man’!” cried Grant. “What man?”
“I saw a man,” said John and then he fainted.
“This is a mess,” exclaimed Grant in dismay. “What shall we do?”
“He saw a man,” said Fred in alarm. “Who could it be?”
“How do I know?” said Grant testily. “Are you watching that cave, Pop?”
“I certainly am. Hand me one of those rocks.”
The three boys stood on the narrow ledge of rocks in a quandary as to what course they should pursue. Below them was the steep, rocky incline of the hill and behind them was the cave containing they knew not what. At their feet lay their comrade, unconscious and helpless. It was a situation that would have worried the oldest and most hardened adventurer.
“We’ve got to get John away from here,” said Grant at last.