Tom Bodine was left to guard the two prisoners.
These had again suffered the ignominy of having their hands tied,
after they had undressed, and, wrapped in the rubber ponchos given
them by Bob, they had flung themselves down on the pallet prepared the
previous night by the boys.
Stationed in the outer entrance of the cave, Tom Bodine looked around
at the two prone forms several times. But always they lay motionless
under their ponchos, and there seemed no cause for suspicion regarding
them. Poor fellows, thought Tom, who held no particular animosity
against them, they had had a hard time of it lately. After landing
from a flying trip, they had been set upon and beaten. Then, made
prisoner, they had spent the intervening hours cramped in bonds and in
doubt as to what their captors intended doing with them. Probably were
tired out and asleep by now, thought Tom. He even tiptoed over to
where they lay and found, as he had expected, that both had their eyes
closed and were breathing heavily.
Returning to the entrance, Tom took a step or two forward so as the
better to see past the big rock outside and thus get a clearer view of
the airplane. The boys had reached it by now, the oil flares were
planted to both sides, and it was illuminated, standing out in the
tossing light like a great bird.
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