Upon their return to the cave, after Bob first had inspected the
airplane and found it in tiptop condition and stocked with gas and
oil, Tom mounted guard while the boys carried out their intention of
taking Stone into the inner room for a conference.
Stone made matters easy for all concerned by speaking first, as soon
as they all were out of earshot of Morales and Von Arnheim, and
telling the boys he had guessed their identities.
"Of course, I don't know your names," he said, "but I reckon one of
you is the son of that American bigbug old Calomares is holding
prisoner up at his ranch. And the rest of you are his pals."
Bob's face fell. He had believed their identities were unsuspected. If
this man could draw so clever a deduction, then their two other
prisoners could do likewise. Moreover, if they carried out their
original plan and went to rebel headquarters to enlist, would they not
there, too, be suspected?
"Do the others guess who we are?" he asked.
"Don't know," said Stone. "I haven't been given much chance to talk to
'em, have I? But that German is smart, and he may suspect. But"--and
with this statement he set at rest a part of Bob's fears--"my bed is
pretty close to this room an' I have pretty good ears.
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