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Page 7
Sandy threw out his chest and cried out at the top of his lungs.
"Hello, Jimmie! Hello, Dick!"
The lad's voice echoed dismally throughout the labyrinth of passages,
but there was no other reply. Tommy and Sandy gave the call of the
Beaver Patrol repeatedly, but the call of the Wolf pack was heard no
more.
"I'll bet it's some trick!" exclaimed Sandy after waiting in the
chamber for a long time in the hope of hearing another call from the
boys who were hidden somewhere behind the cribbing.
"What do you mean by trick?" demanded Tommy.
"Why, I mean that some of the breaker boys, out of work because of the
stoppage of operations, may have sneaked into the mine on purpose to
produce the impression that there are ghosts here."
"But ghosts wouldn't be giving signals of the Wolf Patrol, would
they?" asked Tommy.
"Not unless they were Scouts," replied the other.
"Oh, well, of course the kids would want to test us, wouldn't they,
seeing that we were only boys?"
"Well, we've discovered one thing by coming down here," said Tommy,
"and that is that there really are people in the mine who have no
business here."
"Then we may as well go back to bed," advised Sandy.
"Do you know how many corners we've turned since we came in here?"
asked Tommy.
"About a thousand, I guess," replied Sandy.
"Yes, and we'd have a fine old time getting out if you hadn't brought
that ball of twine!"
"Tell you what we'll do," Sandy said, as the boys turned their faces
down the gangway, "we'll pass around the next shoulder of rock and
then shut off our lights. Perhaps, the kids who gave the cry of the
pack in there will then show their light again."
"That's a good idea, too!"
The boys came at length to a brattice, which is a screen, of either
wood or heavy cloth, set up in a passage to divert the current of air
to a bench where workmen are engaged, and dodged down behind it, after
turning off their lights, of course,
"Now, come on with your old light," whispered Tommy.
As if in answer to the boy's challenge, the light showed again,
apparently but a few yards way from their hiding place.
A moment later the call of pack sounding louder than before, rang
through the passage. The boys sprang to their feet and switched on
their lights.
"Why don't you come out and show yourselves?" shouted Tommy.
"I don't believe you're Scouts at all!" declared Sandy.
There was no answer. The boys could hear the drip of water and the
purring of the current as it crept into a lower gang-way, but that was
all.
"That settles it for tonight!" exclaimed Tommy. "I'm not going to
hang around here waiting for Boy Scouts who don't respond to signals!"
"That's me!" agreed Sandy. "We'll go to bed and think the matter
over. There may be some way of trapping those fellows."
"Suppose it should be Jimmie Maynard and Dick Thomson?" asked Tommy.
"Then we'd have the case closed up in a jiffy!" was the reply.
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