“Yes. How did you get here, Dick? I supposed you were a prisoner.”
“I was, but Tom rescued me.”
“Ah!” eagerly. “Is Tom with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good! I was hunting him when I got into this predicament.”
“We’ll soon have you out of there, Ben. We’ll dig from the outside, and you dig from the inside, and we’ll soon have an opening big enough for you to crawl through.”
“I can’t dig, Dick. My hands are tied.”
“What!” exclaimed Dick. “How did that happen?”
“I was captured by some redcoats, but managed to break away and took to my heels. They chased me, and I fell over the edge of the creek-bank, and landed on the ledge and rolled into the cave, and just then the bank caved off and the dirt closed up the opening. I was just wondering how I was ever to get out of here. I guess it is lucky for me that you boys happened along here.”
“I judge you are right, for you could not have dug a hole through the dirt with your hands tied. Tom and I will soon have an opening though that you can crawl through, however.”