"Well," Jimmie said, "I don"t like the company of these rats, so if you"ll kindly dig into the refuse on your side, we"ll work from this side and we"ll soon be out. These rats look hostile."
"You let "em alone!" advised Tommy.
"Yes, I"ll let "em alone -- not!" shouted Jimmie.
"You wait until I get an armful of rocks and I"ll beat some of their heads off!"
"For the love of Mike, don"t do anything of the kind!" yelled Tommy.
"They"ll climb onto you nine feet thick if you injure one of them!"
But it was too late! Jimmie acquired an armful of large sized pieces of slate and began tossing them into the huddle of rats in the corner.
For an instant the rats squealed viciously as they wore struck by the sharp edges of the slate, then they seemed to confer together for a moment or two, then they spread out like a fan and began moving toward the two boys.
"Now you"ve done it!" cried Tommy. "If you don"t get out of. There in about a second, the rats"ll eat your legs off!"
Without waiting for the boys to a.s.sume the offensive, the rats began screaming and springing at their feet.
The three boys on the outside of the barrier, understanding the peril their friends were in, crawled up to the top of the wall of refuse which shut the boys into the chamber and turned their lights inside.
It seemed to them then that the rats were two or, three deep on the floor. There appeared to be hundreds--thousands of them. They circled around the boys, becoming bolder every moment. They nipped at the rubber boots and left the marks of their teeth on the tough uppers.
"Now, boys," Tommy yelled, as they drew their automatics and leveled them over the wall, "shoot to kill! This is no Sunday School picnic!
And while we"re shooting, boys, you back up to this wall, and see if you can"t work your way to the top. If you can get up here, we can manage to displace enough slate to let you through."
The boys fired volley after volley, but the rats came on viciously.
CHAPTER XV
A STICK OF DYNAMITE
By this time Jimmie and d.i.c.k had their automatics out and were firing into the horde of rats. They killed the rodents by the score, yet for every one slaughtered a dozen seemed to appear.
Presently the chamber became so full of powder smoke, the air so stifling, that the lads were obliged to cease firing.
"Work your way up this wall," Tommy cried out to the lads as he heard them panting below. "Work your way up so we can catch hold of you, and you"ll soon be out of that mess!"
"There"s a dozen rats hanging to my boot!" cried d.i.c.k.
"And mine, too!" declared Jimmie.
The three boys on the outside continued to hurt refuse from the top of the wall into the chamber. This in a measure kept the rats back, and before many minutes Jimmie and d.i.c.k were drawn to the top of the barrier.
Their rubber boots were cut in scores of places by the sharp teeth of the rats, and even their clothing as high up as their shoulders showed ragged tears. A dozen or more rats hung to the boys" boots until the top was reached, then they dropped back screaming with baffled rage.
"Talk about your wild Indians!" exclaimed Tommy. "I never saw anything as vicious as that was! I told you boys not to open up an argument with those fellows! Mine rats are noted for their courage when attacked."
"How many bites did you get?" asked Elmer anxiously.
"I got half a dozen nips!" answered Jimmie.
"And so did I," d.i.c.k cut in.
"Well, you boys ought to get back to the room right away," Tommy suggested, "and have peroxide applied to the wounds. I"ve known of people dying of blood poison occasioned by rat bites."
"Have you got it in camp with you?" asked Elmer.
"We"re the original field hospital!" laughed Tommy. "We never leave Chicago without taking with us everything needed in the first aid to the wounded line. We"d be nice Boy Scouts to go poking about the country with nothing with which to heal our wounds!"
"Boys," Elmer now said, with a mischievous grin on his face, "I want to introduce you to Jimmie Maynard and d.i.c.k Thompson. I"ve heard that your names are Sandy and Tommy, but that"s all I know about it!"
"Green and Gregory!" laughed Tommy. "My name"s Gregory. Sandy"s name isn"t Sandy at all but Charley. We call him Sandy because he looks like he"d been rolled in sand."
"Well, we may as well be getting back to headquarters!" declared Sandy after these original introductions had been made. "But hold on," he continued turning back to Jimmie and d.i.c.k, with a look on his face intended to be severe, "aren"t you going to bring our provisions back?"
"The provisions," laughed Jimmie, "were hidden in the chamber where the rats were, and you"re welcome to all you can get your hands on now!"
"Oh, well," Sandy groaned, "I suppose we"ll have to buy more."
"One difficulty about pa.s.sing in and out of the mine so frequently,"
Tommy stated, "is that this man Ventner is likely to catch us at it.
There"s no knowing what he"ll do next if he finds that we"re searching the place. According to Elmer, you know," he continued, "we didn"t finish our job when we landed on you boys. He says the real game is now about to begin."
"He"s right there!" declared Jimmie.
"Strange thing Mr. Horton didn"t tell us all above it!" complained Tommy. "Where was the use of his sending us down here and making monkeys of us? He ought to be ashamed of himself!"
"He wanted to see whether you could find out what you were here for!"
laughed Elmer. "Perhaps he understood that after you caught us, we"d tell you all about it. He"s a pretty foxy guy, that man Horton, from all I hear about him. I"m going to Chicago some day to meet him!"
"Well, what is it we"ve got to look for now?" demanded Sandy.
"You just wait till we get to headquarters!" replied Jimmie.
"We ought to do that just as quickly as possible," Tommy ventured, "because there"s no knowing when that b.u.m detective may return. I"d give a whole lot of money right now to know what he is looking for!"
The three strangers regarded each other laughingly, evidently well pleased at the puzzled look showing on the faces of their friends.
"Wait till we get to headquarters and get a square meal under belts,"
Jimmie promised, "and we"ll tell you what this b.u.m detective"s looking for. It won"t take long to do it, either."
"You know, then, do you?" asked Tommy.
"Of course, we know!"