But as he went on, his hopes rose. There was still not a sound from the cave in the rock. The darkness was in heavy silence.
He could faintly discern the black mass of trees and bushes before him. If they could only reach the trail!
But when he eventually came to the undergrowth he found that he had somehow missed the path. The trees were densely massed before him. They would be certain to raise a commotion if they attempted to enter the thicket at that point, he knew. They would be certain of becoming lost as well. They must find the trail.
Every moment was precious. Frank moved to the left but the bushes were still dense in front of him.
Joe moved up beside him.
"I think the trail is farther over," he said quietly.
Frank turned in the direction indicated.
They found the trail at last. Joe and Frank were ahead. Chet and Biff followed. Here they were unable to avoid making some sound. Twigs and branches crackled underfoot. This was unavoidable, but every noise seemed deafening.
Suddenly, from behind them, arose a terrific uproar.
Shouts, yells, the crash of a revolver, heavy
