"
"Tell you what," said Stone, "I've got a little private path to the
top of the cave where the antenna is located. It isn't much more than
a goat track. But we'll have to be goats. Never been up it in the
dark, but I think I can make it. Are you game to follow me?"
"Certainly," said Frank, "if it will be of any advantage for us to do
so."
"Well, there's a fissure through the rock down into the cave. That's
where the Germans that put in the radio plant made their hook-up. We
can listen there, and maybe hear something to guide us."
"Oh, I remember that," said Frank, and added excitedly: "Maybe I could
crawl down into the cave."
"You might be able to, at that," said Stone. "You're pretty slight.
But it would be a ticklish proposition without any rope from above.
Well, if you're on, let's go."
Turning he struck off across the valley, approaching the hill some
distance from the path leading to the cave. Frank followed closely at
his heels. Soon they began mounting upward. The climb in the darkness
became more and more difficult, made more so by the care they
exercised to prevent dislodging stones. They feared the clatter of
these descending to the bottom would betray them.
Once Stone, who was in the lead, slipped and slid backward, clutching
frantically to stay his fall.
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