THE ROCKS TUMBLE DOWN
After the departure of George and Sandy from the cabin, Will and Ed
decided that the best thing they could do would be to go to bed. They
had been without sleep for many hours, and were thoroughly exhausted.
"I am anxious to know what success George and Sandy have in chasing
Cameron," Will said, as he disrobed in the dark and tumbled into his
bunk, "but I don't see how we can help matters any by sitting up."
No answer came from the bunk occupied by Ed save a prolonged snore, and
Will knew that his companion was already in the land of dreams.
When Will awoke it was broad daylight and the sun was high in the
heavens. Looking at his watch, he was surprised to see that it was after
twelve o'clock. In a moment, he heard Ed stirring in his bunk, and then
the boy sat up, rubbing a pair of sleepy eyes.
"That was a corker!" Will exclaimed.
"Have any of the boys returned?" asked Ed.
"Oh, they're back before this, of course," Will answered. "They've
probably gone outside in order to give us a chance to sleep!"
"I don't see any indications of their presence," Ed said. "Everything
looks exactly as it did when we went to bed last night."
Will, after arranging his head net, and drawing on a pair of gloves,
opened the door and cast an anxious glance over the landscape.
"They haven't been out here!" he said. "What do you think it means?"
"It means that they're giving that fat miner along chase!" answered Ed.
"I'm afraid they're in some trouble," replied Will apprehensively.
"Suppose I look for them while you get breakfast," suggested Ed.
"Good idea," replied Will "I'll get pancakes and coffee and eggs for
breakfast and then, after we eat, we'll both go out and look for the
boys. I'm afraid they've been led into a trap!"
"How about leaving the cabin alone?" asked Ed.
"The cabin can go hang!" answered Will.
Ed returned in half an hour and reported that no trace of the lost lads
had been discovered. The boys then ate breakfast and started away.
"Which way did they go?" asked Ed.
"Sandy said they were headed to the west."
"Then to the west we go," Ed exclaimed, darting forward in advance.
The boys searched patiently until five o'clock without discovering any
trace of the missing lads. Then, they returned to the cabin and prepared
supper. As they came within sight of the cabin they saw a stout figure
dodging away into the grove of trees to the east.
"That's that sneak of a Cameron," Will said. "If he keeps shoving his
ugly nose into our business, I'll ornament it with lead!"
After supper the boys loaded their pockets with sandwiches and a bottle
of cold coffee and set forth again.
"I don't think we went far enough to the west," Will said, as they made
their way over the moraine. "You remember the line of hills across the
little creek? Well, I have an idea that if the boys have been captured
they have been taken there."
"And if Bert has been hidden away anywhere in this vicinity," Ed
answered, "he is there, too! In fact," the boy added, "it is my belief
that if the miner is responsible for the disappearance of George and
Sandy the three boys will be found together somewhere!"
"You are probably right!" Will agreed. "The miner and his gang wouldn't
care about watching two separate points."
"I don't think they'd be apt to murder the boys, do you?" asked Ed.
"No, I don't think they would," Will replied. "Outlaws of the Cameron
stamp resort to all sorts of tricks and crimes, but they usually fight
shy of murder. I'm afraid, however, that the boys will be starved or
beaten up."
It was seven o'clock when the boys finally came to the south bank of the
rivulet, in the vicinity of the place where Sandy had encountered the
bear. The sun was now well in the west and the south side of the line of
cliffs lay in heavy shadows.
"If there's any deviltry going on," Will said, pointing to the summits
above, "it's right over there under those peaks!"
"I guess there's plenty of room under the peaks for mischief to be
plotted," Ed suggested, "I can see pigeon holes all along the cliff."
"Caves, do you mean?" asked Will.
"Sure," was the reply. "Those cliffs are of volcanic formation, and some
of the strata are softer than others, and the water has cut into the
heart of the range in many places."
"One would naturally suppose that such openings would be filled with ice
in Alaska," Will suggested.
"They may be filled with ice in the winter," answered Ed, "but in the
summer time they are hiding places for bears and crooked miners."
The boys advanced to the edge of the stream and Will swept his field
glass along the distant slope.
Presently he handed the glass to Ed.
"Tell me what you see," he said.
"I see something that looks like the eye of a wild animal looking out
over the valley!" answered the boy. "What can it be?"
"My first idea was that some one had built a fire in a cave," Will
answered, "but the more I look at it, the more I suspect that the light
comes from an electric."
"Then that must be the boys!" exclaimed Ed excitedly.
"But why don't they come on out?" asked Will, anxiously.
"Perhaps they have found Bert and don't want to leave him!" suggested
Ed.
While the boys watched the red light, which seemed to glimmer from the
very extremity of the cavern, it turned to blue!
"Now I've got it," cried Will almost dancing up and down in his
excitement, "you know what that means, don't you?"
"I can't say that I do!" replied Ed.
"It seems to me that the Portland Boy Scouts are not very well posted,"
laughed Will. "One of the boys--which one, I don't know, of course--is
talking to us in the Morse code!"
"Still I don't understand," said Ed.
"The red light means a dash," Will explained, "and the blue light means
the dot. Now we'll see if we can catch what the boy is saying."
"But where does he get the red and blue lights?" asked Ed.
"From red and blue caps screwed over the electric searchlight," was the
reply. "All of our electrics are provided with these signal caps."
"There, the light is red again!" cried Ed.
"I'll show how it works," Will said, bringing out his own flashlight and
unscrewing the false cover from the loading end.
Directly he had the blue and red caps out, and then the red one was
fastened over the eye of the searchlight.
"There, you see!" Will exclaimed turning on the light. "We've got a
beautiful red light and that means a Morse dash."
"I see," answered Ed. "And when you turn on the blue, that means a dot.
I learned the Morse code, of course, when I was admitted to the Boy
Scouts, but I never knew that it was used in that way."
"I wonder if he sees this?" asked Will as he swung the red light back
and forth in the growing twilight.
"We'll have to wait and see," replied Ed. "Of course, he'll answer if he
knows we're here!"
Swiftly the light changed from red to blue and from blue back to red
again. This took place several times and then Will said:
"Now, count!"
"Red," said Ed. "Red again. Red again."
"That's 'O'," exclaimed Will. "I guess we've got him at last!"
"Now there's another red," Ed went on. "Now there's a blue. Then one
more red. Oh, this seems to be easy!"
"That's 'K'!" cried Will. "O. K., don't you see? O. K. That means that
he knows we're here!"
"Glory be!" shouted Ed. "The boys are all right or they wouldn't be
signalling. I hope they've found Bert!"
Will signalled back "O. K.," and then the lads turned back up the
rivulet, the idea being to cross over to the north side.
"I want to find out why the boys don't show themselves instead of
signalling," Will explained. "There must be some good reason."
After a walk of half a mile upstream the boys found it possible to cross
without wading, and then they turned down toward the mouth of the cavern
where the lights had been seen.
As they did so, two figures detached themselves from a group of trees
which stood not far to the east and followed stealthily along behind
them.
If the lads could have heard the conversation carried on at that time
between Cameron and Fenton, they would have proceeded on their way with
less confidence.
"Just what we've been looking for!" chuckled Cameron.
"We surely have them trapped now!" replied Fenton.
"They'll naturally step into the outer cavern to see why their chums
don't walk out, and when they do so, we'll hold them up with our guns
until we can build up a barrier which will keep them in."
"One of the boys certainly must understand the code we are so anxious
about," Fenton observed. "That's the kid we want. We've certainly got to
find out what that message contains! If the people in the east are
trying to steal our plans, we certainly ought to know it!"
The boys, however, heard nothing of this talk and passed on down the
north side of the creek. As soon as they came opposite the cavern, in
sight of the light once more, they stopped and began signalling.
As they did so, Cameron and Fenton came nearer and waited anxiously for
the lads to enter the cavern.
"I'd like to know what all that signalling means!" said Cameron.
"Boy Scout signals," replied Fenton.
"You can't read them, can you?" asked the miner.
"Of course not," replied Fenton, "I'm no Boy Scout!"
The boys continued to signal back and forth until the situation was
fairly well understood. Will and Ed knew that Bert had been found and
that all three were barricaded in the cave.
They were disposed to make their way to the rescue of the boys without
further delay, but George advised them to wait until it became darker,
as Cameron might return at almost any moment. The news that Bert had
regained consciousness was very welcome and, confident of their ability
to thwart the plans of the miner, the boys looked forward to quiet hours
in the cabin.
Of course the boys had no suspicion that their enemies were close at
hand watching every movement. Cameron and Fenton became impatient, after
a time, and began advancing slowly toward the boys, who were now not
very far from the mouth of the outer cavern.
Something better than an hour passed, and then George signalled from the
interior of the cavern that it might be well for the boys to come up and
begin the work of removing the rocks which barred their egress.
"Sneak In," George signalled. "Don't show yourself more than you have
to. Cameron may be about! It may be that he has seen our signals
already!"
Sandy replied that he had not discovered any indications of the presence
of the miner, and the two boys advanced to the shelf of rock which faced
the opening. It was nine o'clock then.
"What's that strange noise?" asked Will as they moved along the shelf.
"You've got me!" replied Ed, "The ground's tipping!"
There came a deafening crash and the whole face of the cliff fell away!
When Will and Ed regained their feet and looked through the dust which
was rising over the scene, they saw that there was no longer any cavern
in view. The rock on which they stood was sliding down the slope.
"Buried alive!" cried Will with a sob, "Buried alive!"