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"Did he dream himself tied up with cords cutting in so sharp they left red welts and took half hour to get circulation going?" demanded Chick-chick who had overheard. "Red welts nothing!" retorted Matt. "I could raise red welts all over my body and never feel it."
"I'll go more carefully and just swim gently along the side where the opening ought to be and reach out with my hands for it." But while they were attending Matt the water had made a very appreciable rise. It would scarcely be possible to feel along the edges now. The water was too high. "I'll have to swim under water, fellows," said Glen. "Don't ye do it, Brick," advised Chick-chick.
You don't help us by acting that way and you won't help us if you get your head started again either. Look at that water. Brick's worked in it till he's just about all in. You can't do any better than he." "Who says I can't?" he cried, bristling at once. "I'd say you can't if 'twould do any good," replied Chick-chick. "That's no way to act at such time 's this.
"I would have done it for you," said Matt. "But I don't know that you had any cause to do it for me. It makes me feel pretty small after I've been such a beastly prig. I'll get even with you some way but I don't know how. Let me try diving for that hole again." "Too big hole in yer head," objected Chick-chick. "The water 'd wash all your brains out. Awful strong current down there."
"I'm not 'shamed of it," piped up Chick-chick. "I'm it. Got Mr. Newton out o' bed, I did, I was s' scared. Always have been scared 'bout wind born that way. But Mr. Newton says, 'D'ye know who walketh upon the wings of the wind? An' I said, 'Death'; an' he said, 'God! It's in the hundred an' fourth Psalm. S' then he said, 'You c'n stay in my tent till the blow is over, an' I said, 'No.
"Reckon you're elected, Apple. Brick can't ride it, an' I can't run more 'n one at a time." "Well, I'll not get far ahead of you. I'll keep you in sight, anyway." Riding triumphantly on the driver's seat with Chick-chick made the return journey very different from the miserable trip Glen had made inside the car, bound and gagged, and horribly jolted at every irregularity of the road.
Instead of Glen tied and gagged in the car with Chick-chick and Apple following on the motorcycle, Apple now was following alone, while, imprisoned in the car, were both Glen and Chick-chick with the fortunate difference that the gag and bonds were removed. "We're shut in," whispered Chick-chick. "Pretty mess I made of rescue, I did." "No mess at all," said Glen.
Lem'me sell you one that'll make your blue blood bubble all over itself. Tell ye 'bout it jest as soon as I get those eggs." "We've just bought a new car," said Matt. "And I'd walk before I'd let my folks buy one of you, anyway." "I don't believe that fellow likes you," observed Glen, as he went up to the cook shack with Chick-chick.
"Shall we leave car at Buffalo Center, or run right on to camp an' show the booty?" asked Chick-chick. "We haven't made the trip yet," Glen reminded him. "If we're lucky enough to get all the way to Buffalo Center we'd better deliver it to the first officer we see, sheriff or constable," counseled Glen. "We don't want to be arrested for stealing. It won't do for me to be arrested for anything."
"It isn't my cave," disclaimed Matt, who sat there with his head swathed in bandages. "I just butted in. I got all that was coming to me." "'Tain't mine," said Chick-chick. "But if there's any treasure I want some, I do." Glen and Apple only laughed, but Mr. Newton felt that he could speak for them. "This is Sunday, boys," he declared. "No one will run away with that cave over night.
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