At times they were entirely hidden by the luxuriant growths, and at times they came out on little bald spots where rock outcropped to the exclusion of vegetation. The boys followed on into the thickets, pausing now and then to listen for the sounds of the advance of the others.
Presently they came to a shelf of rock which overlooked the valley of the rivulet. They paused for a moment to listen for the sounds of those in advance when a strong electric searchlight was thrown on their faces and they saw the grim, round barrel of an automatic pointing at their b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
"You may as well hand over your automatics, boys!" Cameron said.
"And be quick about it, too."
This last sentence came from a thin, cadaverous looking fellow whose face was only half revealed through the meshes of the head net.
There was nothing for the boys to do but to pa.s.s over their revolvers.
Their searchlights were also taken from them, and then their hands were tied tightly behind their backs.
"Did you have a pleasant tramp through the woods?" asked Cameron.
"Say," growled Sandy, "if you"ll just turn my hands loose, I"ll give you a poke in the jaw!"
"That wouldn"t be polite!" sneered Cameron.
"Don"t take any lip from the young imps," snarled the other. "They"ve given us enough trouble already!"
"You"re a foxy old gink!" exclaimed Sandy. "I wish I had you on South Clark street, Chicago, for a few minutes!"
"So that"s why you came to the cabin is it?" asked George.
"Certainly," replied Cameron. "I had an idea that you"d follow me away!
You see I figured it out exactly right!"
"Why did you want to make trouble for us?" asked Sandy.
"Because you"re too smart!" answered Cameron.
"What do you mean by that?"
"When you sat sizing me up in the cabin while I was eating supper,"
Cameron went on, "you informed me as plainly as words could have done that you knew me to be the man who had abducted your friend."
"You didn"t show that you knew," George suggested.
"I tried not to show that I knew," answered the other.
"What"d you steal Bert for?" asked Sandy.
"I needed him in my business," answered Cameron.
"Come, don"t stand here all night talking with the little gutter-snipes!"
exclaimed Cameron"s companion. "We"ve got work to do!"
"March along, then, boys!" Cameron ordered.
The lads were now pushed forward into a cavern which opened on the shelf of rock where they had been taken prisoners. The opening in the mountain side seemed to be of considerable size, for the boys pa.s.sed from an outer chamber of fair dimensions to two smaller ones further in.
In the last of these chambers, on a huddle of blankets, lay the boy for whom they had been searching.
"Is he dead?" asked Sandy.
"No such luck," snarled Cameron.
"If you"ll untie my hands, I"ll look after him," George said.
The bonds were cut and George bent over the still figure.
"Has he regained consciousness at all?" he asked.
Cameron turned to his companion.
"Tell them, Fenton," he said, "whether the lad woke up during my absence. You were here all the time?" he added.
"Yes, I was here all the time!" answered Fenton. "And the lad never opened his eyes once. That was a deuce of a blow you gave him, Cameron!"
"And what did you gain by it?" demanded Sandy.
"We"ll show you directly what we gained by it!" Cameron answered.
Seeing a bucket of water at one side of the cavern, George carried it over to the heap of blankets where the boy lay and began bathing his forehead and wrists. The boy groaned feebly but did not speak.
"What did you hit him with?" asked George angrily.
"The handle of my gun!" was the sullen reply.
"Why?" asked Sandy.
"Because I wanted to get a paper he had."
"Well, you got it, didn"t you?" asked the boy.
"Yes, I got it!"
"And much good it did you, too!" said George angrily.
"Look here!" Cameron almost shouted, "can either one of you boys read that code despatch?"
George shook his head.
"Is there any one at the cabin who can read it?"
"I have never known of any member of the party reading the cipher,"
replied George. "I never have seen a code despatch before."
"You are lying to me!" shouted Cameron. "The boy to whom the despatch was addressed can certainly read it! Which one of you bears the name of Will Smith? Don"t lie to me now!"