When no replies came to repeated calls the lads began to look at each other with expressions of wonderment.
“Still,” remarked Tom, with great confidence, “you may be mighty sure Bob has some good reason for not opening his mouth.”
“I guess I’ve stated it,” grunted Larry; “an’ it wouldn’t surprise me a bit if we never saw our horses an’ stuff again.”
This possibility quite staggered the crowd.
“Wouldn’t that be a jolly fine ending to your mystery-solving expedition?” went on Larry relentlessly.
“‘Words, words, words’!” came from Dave. “Boys, we must get out of here. Can’t jump—the distance is entirely too great.”
“Let’s see,” exclaimed Sam. “Our khaki coats are strong and tough. What’s the matter with tying the sleeves of two together, and——”
“Good!” broke in Tom. “I’d have thought of that myself in another moment. Quick! Let’s try it.”
He and Larry immediately took off their coats and followed Sam’s suggestion.
“It ought to be strong enough to hold an elephant,” remarked Dave, approvingly, as he examined their work.