I tole you 'bout that big rock in front o' the entrance an' them three
lonesome trees at the foot that give you a bee-line to the rock. Well,
we can git to them trees without bein' noticed an' tie our horses
there an' then sneak up afoot."
"Is there only the one entrance to the cave?"
"Only one," answered Tom. "There's a kind o' chimney up through the
rock to the top o' the hill. But nobody couldn't git out there in much
of a hurry. We won't have to worry 'bout that."
Frank had an idea.
"How far would those fellows in the airplane have to go to reach the
cave after landing?"
"Oh, le's see. 'Bout as fur as us, I reckon."
"Maybe we can cut them off before they enter the cave," said Frank.
"They'll be busy about the airplane for several minutes before they
start to make their way to the cave. How would they have to approach
the cave?"
"Same way as us from the trees on," said Tom.
"Well, if we hurry," Frank declared excitedly, "maybe we can capture
them before they reach the cave."
"Right you are, young feller," approved Tom. "But we'll have to leave
our horses behind or they might give us away. We can't tie 'em to
those trees like we planned."
"We can't hobble them," said Jack, thinking quickly, "because they
would wander aside a little distance, anyway.
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