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"I'm with you!" exclaimed Bob.
"Me, too," joined in Helen, jumping up with alacrity.
"Now, some more of you will go off and get lost," cried Belle. "I--I wish we were all home. I'm--I'm sorry we came to this old island."
"Baby!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed her brother, poking her. "Do be still. Ralph isn't going to get lost--what d'ye think he is?"
"How'll we see our way?" Helen asked Bob and Ann.
"Feel it. We'll go in the dark. Then we can see their lantern the quicker."
"There's no wood here fit for torches," Bob admitted. "And I have plenty of matches. Come on! We sha'n't get lost."
"What do you really suppose has happened to them?" demanded Helen of Bob, as soon as they were out of hearing of the camp.
"Give it up. Something extraordinary--that's positive," declared the big fellow.
They crept through the tunnel, Bob lighting a match occasionally, until they reached the first crack in the roof, open to the sky. It was not snowing very hard.
"Of course they wouldn't have tried climbing up here to get out," queried Helen.
"Of course not!" exclaimed Ann. "What for?"
"No," said Bobbins. "They kept straight ahead--and so will we."
In five minutes, however, when they stopped, whispering, in a little chamber, Ann suddenly seized her companions and commanded them to hold their breath!
"I hear something," she whispered.
The others strained their ears to hear, too. In a moment a stone rattled.
Then there sounded an unmistakable footstep upon the rock. Somebody was approaching.
"They're coming back?" asked Helen, doubtfully.
"Hus.h.!.+" commanded Ann again. "Whoever it is, he has no light. It can't be Ruth."
Much heavier boots than those the girl of the Red Mill wore now rattled over the loose stones. Ann pulled the other two down beside her where she crouched in the corner.
"Wait!" she breathed.
"Can it be some wild animal?" asked Helen.
"With boots on? I bet!" scoffed Bob.
It was pitch dark. The three crouching together in the corner of the little chamber were not likely to attract the attention of this marauder, if all went well. But their hearts beat fast as the rustle of the approaching footsteps grew louder.
There loomed up a man's figure. It looked too big to be either Tom or Ralph, and it pa.s.sed on with an a.s.sured step. He needed no lamp to find a path that seemed well known.
"Who--what----"
"Hush, Helen!" commanded Ann.
"But he's going right to the cave--and he carried a gun."
"I didn't see the gun," whispered Ann.
"I did," agreed Bob, squeezing Helen's arm. "It was a rifle. Do you suppose there is any danger?"
"It couldn't be anybody hunting us, do you suppose?" queried Helen, in a shaken voice. "Anybody from the house?"
"Preston!" exclaimed Ann.
"How would he know the way to get into this tunnel?" returned Bob. "Come on! let's spy on him. I'm worried now about Tom and the others."
"You don't suppose anything has happened to Ruthie?" whispered Helen. "Oh!
you don't believe _that_, Bobbins?"
"Come on!" grunted the big fellow, and took the advance.
They were careful of their own footsteps over the loose stones. The person ahead acted as though he had an idea he was alone.
Nor did they overtake him until they had pa.s.sed the open crack in the roof of the tunnel. Somebody laughed in the cavern ahead--then the girls all shouted.
The marauder stopped, uttering an astonished e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. Bob and the two girls halted, too, but in a moment the person ahead turned, and came striding toward them, evidently fleeing from the sound of the voices.
Ann and Helen were really frightened, and with faint cries, shrank back.
Bob _had_ to be brave. He leaped forward to meet the person with the rifle, crying:
"Hold on, there!"
"Ha!" exclaimed the other and advanced the rifle until the muzzle touched Bob Steele's breast. The boy was naturally frightened--how could he help being? But he showed pluck. He did not move.
"What do you want in here? Who are you?" asked Bob, quietly.
"Goodness me!" gasped the other, and dropped the b.u.t.t of his rifle to the ground. "You sure did startle me. You're one of those boys staying with the Tingleys?"
"Yes."
"And here's a couple of the girls. Not Ruth Fielding?"
"Oh, Jerry Sheming!" cried Ann, running forward. "You might have shot him with that gun."
"Not unless I'd loaded it first," replied Jerry, with a quiet chuckle.
"But you folks scared me quite as much as I did you--Why, it's Miss Hicks and Miss Cameron."
"Where is Ruth?" demanded Ann, anxiously.
"And Tom?" joined in Helen.