And we may want them
again in a hurry."
"Tell you what," said Tom, "seems like I remember a clump o' trees
just this side o' them three I spoke about. We can tie 'em there. An'
them fellers in the machine won't have no horses, so ours ain't likely
to nicker."
"Good," said Jack. "You lead the way and we'll follow."
Presently at a low-spoken word from the guide the boys dismounted and
tied up their horses. Then, Jack carrying his rifle, and the others
following close at his heels, revolvers in hand, they pressed on
toward the three trees forming Tom Bodine's landmark.
As they reached the trees, low exclamations burst from the boys.
Hitherto, they had been cut off from the plateau by the shoulder of
the hill. Now it lay below and before them. This of itself would not
have permitted them to see, as the darkness was intense. But now the
scene was illuminated by a number of oil flares stuck upright in the
ground in a rude circle.
And right in the middle of the circle was the airplane stolen from Bob
and Frank. There could be no mistaking the all-metal body nor the
peculiar wing spread, even at that distance of close to half a mile.
Several figures were moving about. As the boys looked on, these seized
oil flares and started moving toward them.
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