"Buddy," Jim screamed as he clutched Bob by the collar. "They're going
to get away." Bob looked over the side to see what it was all about, and
in a moment he gave a grunt.
"Huh!" Caldwell took in the scene, then for a second he stared at his
step-brother, mechanically bringing Her Highness around in a half
circle. Then Jim had an idea. He pulled his note book from his pocket,
fished out a pencil, and began to scribble hastily. When he had
finished, Bob read the message.
'They are crawling away under the hill and there's a truck,
Pedro's, but it's got a green cover, and is on an old road to
the west, picking them up.