"Here we are," said Pringle.
"The hut is on the left side of the road?" queried Matt.
"Through that gouge," and Pringle, with a nod, indicated a break in the hills. "Going to take me along?"
"I guess I can find the place, all right," answered Matt. "You can stay here with Carl until I see if things are as you say."
"What if Hank and Spang come along?"
Matt turned to the Dutch boy.
"You have that revolver, Carl," said he, "and if you see the other car, or hear it, fire a signal. I'll not be gone any longer than I can help."
"I vill keep a sharp lookoudt, you bed you," answered Carl, "und I vill shoot oof I vant you. Mach schnell, Matt, for I haf der feeling in my pones dot somet'ing iss going crossvays."
Without pausing for further talk, Matt ran into the passage between the hills. A hundred feet carried him through it and out upon a little plateau. Here there was a spring, a thicket of manzanita, and a small ruin of a house. Opposite the point where Matt came upon the plateau was another narrow valley, leading toward the east and apparently communicating with the other road.