Peering around the
doorpost cautiously, he assured himself Rollins had entered his own
room, then returned.
The others looked at him in surprise, unable to understand the meaning
of his actions. Jack soon enlightened them.
Crouched before the fire and with his eyes on the door for signs of
interruption, while the others pulled their chairs close about him,
Jack in a low voice outlined his experiences of the night.
When he spoke of Rollins's using the radio, Frank uttered an
exclamation.
"That's how the enemy learned just what time we would arrive," he
declared.
Jack shook his head.
"No," said he. "All Rollins had to do to spread that information was
to tell Remedios. The latter could notify the men who laid for us."
"Well, then, whom was he telephoning to?"
Jack again arose and moved to the door and peered out. No signs of
life. He returned and resuming his position said in a low voice:
"That's what I've been asking myself. I've thought it over and I
believe I've found the answer. Either he was radioing to the Calomares
ranch in Old Mexico where father probably is held a prisoner, or else
he was sending a message to the fellows who stole our airplane."
Bob, the belligerent growled in his throat.
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