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Page 42
"That's lucky!" exclaimed Jimmie.
"Why didn't we geezle him?" demanded Tommy.
"Because we want his help!" replied Dick.
"His help?" laughed Sandy. "Yes, you'll get his help, all right!
That fellow would get up in the middle of the night to do you a dirty
trick, and don't you ever forget it!"
"That's the way he's going to help us!" laughed Elmer. "He'll get up
in the middle of some dark night to do us a dirty trick, and before he
knows what he's about, he'll be doing us a great kindness!"
"Suppose I slip back there and see what he's doing?" asked Tommy.
"Can you find your way back to headquarters alone?" asked Sandy.
"If I can't," asserted Tommy, "I won't be sending any wireless
messages to you! If you think I'm likely to get lost, Dick can go
back with me. He ought to know every corner in the old mine."
"Sure he does!" laughed Jimmie. "We've been traveling this mine for a
good many nights now, and we know it like a book."
So Tommy and Dick started back down the passage, the intention being
to hasten to the spot where Ventner disappeared from the gangway, and
then return to their companions immediately.
"We can't stay very long, you know," Tommy explained, "because
you've got to have that peroxide dope put on your bites. It doesn't
pay to fool with wounds of that description!"
"We'll be back to the old tool room as soon as they are!" answered
Dick. "It will take only a minute to run down there and back!"
When the boys reached the cross-cutting into which Ventner had
disappeared, they saw his light some distance away. It seemed to be
in one of the chambers connected with the cross-cutting.
As they looked, the detective stepped forward into the circle of
illumination and began working with a pick.
"Is he always doing that when you see him?", asked Tommy.
"You bet he is!" answered Dick.
"What's he doing it for?"
"You'll have to ask Elmer that."
"But you know, don't you?"
"Of course I know, but I'm not going to tell, cause we all agreed that
the story should never be told by any member of our party until Elmer
gets ready to tell it. So you see you've got to wait!"
"If I had my way about it," gritted Tommy, "I'd go back there and
geezle that bum detective and wall him up in a chamber until he got
hungry enough to tell the story himself. Then we wouldn't have to go
sneaking around the mine in order to keep out of his way!"
"That would be a foolish move," insisted Dick, "because every stroke
of the pick Ventner takes he helps us along in the game we're
playing."
"You're the original little mystery boy, ain't you?" said Tommy
rather crossly. "All right, I'll get even."
The detective now moved farther along the cross-cutting and attacked
a column of mingled rock and coal which helped to support the roof.
"The blithering idiot is going to try that trick again!" exclaimed
Dick. "He'll have the whole mine down on our heads if he doesn't stop
that business. He's always cutting down pillars."
"Just say the word," declared Tommy, "and I'll go stop him!"
"Let him go his own gait," replied Dick. "We'll manage to keep out of
the way of the falls, and he can run his own chances."
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