Jack might be halted,
of course, by some one desirous of conversation. But he could make
some excuse to pass on. As a matter of fact he planned to wrap a
handkerchief about his jaw and pretend to be suffering from toothache.
This would serve the double purpose of partially hiding his features,
and of excusing him from indulging in extended speech.
"All right," said Jack, finally, as he finished donning his disguise
by clapping Morales' hat on his head. "Let's go."
"Ya, ya," said Bob, doing a goosestep. Once more they all had a good
laugh. Then Bob and Jack walked into the outer room of the cave,
followed by Frank and Roy Stone. Stone had thrown caution to the
winds, and had decided not to try any longer to hide his defection
from Morales and Von Arnheim.
"I'll soon be riding away from here with you, anyhow," he told Frank.
"And they'll find out then, if they haven't already suspected. I'm
going down to the airplane to see the kids off."
Frank had demanded this privilege of going down to the valley and
seeing Bob and Jack get away, and the others had no thought of denying
him. So all four, bearing the oil torches kept in the cave by Stone
for the purpose of lighting the landing field at night, descended from
the cave.
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