Impulsively the boys clasped hands as they realized what the discovery meant. They had come upon the new hiding place of the wreckers, and the chances were good for capture if no alarm was given.
Joe, perhaps, felt more elated than did Blake, though the latter was glad that his theory in regard to the direction taken by the men had proved correct.
But Joe felt that now he had a better chance to prove his father innocent of the charge made against him—that he was involved with the wreckers.
“We’ve got ’em!” he whispered.
“Yes—we’ve got ’em—to get!” agreed Blake. “No slip-up this time.”
In whispers they consulted, and decided to creep forward a short distance to make sure of their first surmise that the men, whose voices they heard, were really the wreckers.
“We want to be certain about it,” warned Blake, in a cautious whisper.
“That’s right,” agreed his chum. “Go ahead, and I’ll come after you.”
Cautiously they advanced until they were in a position to look forward and make out a number of men working on a sort of mound of rock that rose from the surface of the cliff.
“This is a better place, from their standpoint, than the other,” whispered Blake. “A light can be seen farther.”