"In the work-room, seeing everything! You're a bright lot! You know
now, I suppose that we've got to leave those lads here when we go
away?"

"I have known that all along. There are plenty of kids in the world.
These won't be missed. It is a bad job, but it must be done!"

"They shouldn't have come sneaking around!"

The two men disappeared again, but this time Ned saw the opening to
the work-room, as they had termed the underground apartment, when
they swung an imitation rock made of plank aside and stepped down.
For a moment their figures were illumined by the red light of the
fire within, and then they were no longer in sight.

"They're a cheerful pair!" Frank whispered.

"Counterfeiters!" Ned whispered, in reply. "And murderers!"

"How are we going to get the boys out?" asked Frank. "They'll be
killed if we don't."

"One must raise a ruction on the outside, and the other must sneak in
while the outlaws are gone. That is the only way I can think of now.
If you go out there and get Uncle Ike, and coax a couple of sobs out
of him, and rattle stones, and shoot your automatic like rain, the
outlaws may all rush out of the cave."

"I can do all that, but how will you get in?"