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Page 6
"I see it now!" answered Tommy.
Sandy saw it, too, in a moment. It seemed at first to be floating in
the air at the very top of the gangway. It moved from side to side,
and finally dropped down nearer to the floor. There seemed to be no
one near it or under it. Its small circle of illumination showed only
the empty air.
"What do you make of it?" asked Tommy.
"Is this Tunnel Six?" asked his chum.
"I don't know! If it is, we've seen the light the caretaker referred
to. We'll have a great story to tell in the morning!"
The boys stood in the darkness of the gangway watching the light for
what seemed to them to be a long time. Now the light advanced toward
them, now it receded. Now it lifted to the roof of the gangway, now
it dropped almost to the floor.
At intervals, the noises behind the cribbing to which Tommy had
referred were repeated, and the boys at last moved over so as to stand
with their ears almost against the wooden walls.
"There is some one behind the cribbing, all right!" Tommy declared.
"I hear some one breathing."
"Aw, keep still!" whispered Sandy. "If there is anyone there, you'll
frighten them away! I though I heard some one myself!"
"I'll tell you what I think," Tommy suggested in a moment, "and that
is that either Will and George, or both of them, beat us to this
gangway. They are hiding behind there on purpose to give us a scare."
"That's a dream!" replied Sandy. "We left them both asleep."
"Dream, is it?" repeated Tommy scornfully. "You just listen to the
sound that comes from behind this cribbing, and tell me what you make
of it!"
Both boys listened intently for a moment, and then Sandy switched on
his light and moved swiftly along the cribbing as if in search of an
opening. Tommy gazed at him in astonishment.
"You've gone and done it now!" he said.
"There's some one in here all right!" Sandy explained. "Did you hear
the call of the pack a minute ago? There are Boy Scouts in there, and
what we hear are the signals of the Wolf Patrol."
"That's right!" cried Tommy excitedly. "That's right!"
CHAPTER III
WHO CUT THE STRING
"Do you suppose he would understand the call of the Beaver Patrol?"
asked Sandy. "I'm going to try him, anyway!"
The boy brought his hands together in imitation of the slap of a
beaver's tail on the water, and listened for some reply.
"He'll understand that if he's up on Boy Scout literature," suggested
Sandy. "He ought to be wise to the signs of the different patrols if
he's a good Boy Scout."
There was a short silence, broken only by the constant drip of the
water in an adjoining chamber and then the call of the pack came
again, clearly, sharply and apparently only a short distance away.
"What did Mr. Canfield call those two boys we are looking after?"
asked Sandy, after waiting a short time for the repetition of the
sound.
"Jimmie Maynard and Dick Thompson," replied Tommy.
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