"
But Norton shook his head.
"You know what you know," he said seriously. "I think that if you know
a little more you will more readily understand why we must insist on
keeping our mouths shut . . . all of us."
"In that case," returned the girl, "and before you boil that coffee
into any more hopelessly black a concoction than it already is, I am
ready to drink mine and listen. Coffee, Mr. Lane?"
"Had mine, thanks," answered Brocky. "Spin the yarn, Rod."
Norton put down his frying-pan, the bacon brown and crisp, and rose to
his feet.
"Will you come this way a moment, Miss Page?" he asked. "To begin
with, seeing is believing."
She followed him as she had, last night, back into the cave in which
she had slept. But Norton did not stop here. He went on, Virginia
still following him, came to that other hole in the rock wall which she
had noted by the lantern light.
"In here," he said. "Just look."
He swept a match across his thigh, holding it up for her. She came to
his side and looked in. First she saw a number of small boxes,
innocent appearing affairs which suggested soda-crackers. Beyond them
was something covered with a blanket; Norton stepped by her and jerked
the covering aside. Startled, puzzled by what she saw, she looked to
him wonderingly.
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