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Updated: May 23, 2025
The outlaws fired once more, and then the boys heard their weapons clattering down the tunnel. "That's the stuff, boys!" the sheriff said. They heard him sliding and scrambling down the channel, and turned on their flashlights. The sheriff paused with an exclamation of surprise, but came steadily on in a moment, his deputies not far in the rear.
In scarcely more time than it takes to tell it, the boys had possessed themselves of their guns, flashlights, overcoats, hats, and "a bite to eat on the run," and were dashing out along the path leading down to the road that skirted the foothill to the southward.
"Wait a bit!" advised Blake, and he smiled at his chum. "Do you know anything about these flashlights, Joe?" "A little yes. I know a powerful one, like that you gave Labenstein, can be seen a long way on a dark night." "Well, then maybe you know something else about them, or you may have forgotten it.
"How far have we come?" Rick hadn't kept track, but he estimated they were perhaps halfway under the hill. "This must end somewhere," he said. "Notice there isn't any water at all, not even seepage? I'm still baffled by that spring and the pipe." They traversed another hundred yards in silence, flashlights constantly scanning the mine.
The next moment the flashlights carried by Will and George swept into the cavern, revealing the true condition of affairs. The two boys sprang to Sandy's side and raised him into a sitting position. Sandy smiled weakly but said nothing. "Where is he hurt?" asked Will, facing Tommy. Tommy pointed to the boy's bleeding shoulder. "One of the bears swatted him," he said.
"Glad we brought flashlights," was Scotty's only comment. They hiked in silence to the cornfield, pausing now and then among the corn plants to examine footprints. Thanks to the rain that had left the ground soft, there were plenty of them, but they told the boys no more than they already knew. At the top of the hill above the mine they paused to survey the scene.
All of them carried flashlights and clubs which might easily have been mistaken in the dark for mere walking sticks. The clubs were for protection against dogs or any other living being which might exhibit hostility toward them. Katherine and Hazel had also two of the rubber-band catapults, as they had exhibited no little skill, for novices, in the use of them.
I don't care to go to those huge houses with mobs of Chicagoans and New Yorkers; and have the couriers and portiers turn the flashlights on Europe for me, as if it were a burlesque show." "Now, that's just what I like!" said Perry. "I always go to the houses where the royalties put up. I like to order better dishes and give bigger tips than they do.
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