"See if my bearskin's safe," drawled Dave.
He propped his flaring torch between two stones and sank wearily down, while Bob and Dick entered the cave.
A moment later, Dick Travers poked his head outside the opening, and, in a voice that trembled with excitement, made this startling announcement:
"Hello, Dave Brandon—it's gone!"
[CHAPTER XX]
BOB'S WILDCAT
"Gone? It can't be!" gasped Dave. He rose slowly to his feet. "You're joking, Dick."
"Not a bit of it. Sure as you're bigger than a grasshopper, somebody's swiped it, eh, Bob?"
Bob nodded.