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blocking the mouth of the cave."
"Are you telling me?" sneered Harmon. "Have you got any other
old news, Mulligan?"
"Oh, boy! Would I like to punch him right in the nose!" said Freddy.
"By
the way, Mulligan," came Harmon's voice again, "how did you know we
were in here?"
"There's an electronic eye at the mouth of the cave," Henry answered.
"You guys tripped it when you went in, and it set off an alarm on our
intercom."
"Very clever!" said Harmon. "I guess we never will outsmart you
guys. Now, how do we get out?"
"How many of you are in there?" asked Henry.
"There are six of us," said Harmon. "Is that enough to qualify?"
"We'll get hold of the police right away," said Henry.
"I
don't know how they're going to get through to you, but we'll figure out some
way. Sure you're all right?"
"Yeah! We're all right. It's fine in here. Just get us out in time for
breakfast."
"He
doesn't sound very scared for a guy trapped in a cave," said Homer.
"He's a cool character, all right," said Mortimer Dalrymple.
"Something sounds a little fishy to me."
"It's Harmon's deep voice," said Freddy. "He's a big-mouthed
bass."
Mortimer
grabbed him by the collar and rubbed his knuckles in his hair good and hard.
Since we
hadn't bothered leaving anybody at the clubhouse in Jeff Crocker's barn, we had
no way of reaching the police except to ride into town and call them from the
nearest phone we could get to. Jeff and Mortimer volunteered to make the trip,
and the rest of us busied ourselves making as complete a reconnaissance as we
could of the situation around the mouth of the cave. It would take Jeff and
Mortimer at least fifteen minutes to get into town, and we knew it would be at
least half an hour after that before Chief Putney could rouse any of his men
and get them out to the falls. From the looks of things, they wouldn't be able
to do anything without heavy equipment, so it would probably be hours before
they mustered enough help to begin a rescue operation.
Literally tons and tons of rock had crashed down in front of the cave mouth, as
far as we could tell from shining our flashlights onto the pile. The lip of the
falls had receded to the point that one of the main plumes at the right of the
torrent was spilling huge volumes of water directly down at the mouth of the
cavern. It was possible that water was flowing into the cave.
Henry
got on the intercom and roused Harmon again. "Harmon!" he shouted.
"Is water coming into the cave? Are you all right?"
"We're fine," Harmon answered. "It's dry as a bone in here. Now
will you stop bothering us? We're trying to get some sleep. Just concentrate on
getting us out of here."
"OK!" said Henry. "But keep somebody near the intercom so we can
keep in touch with you."
"Roger!" said Harmon.
"Those guys can sleep ?" said Homer in disbelief.
"What else can they do?" Henry shrugged. "They have to wait for
help, and they might as well save their strength. They might need it. You gotta
hand it to them that they didn't panic."
Soon we
heard the wailing of a siren and a screech of brakes as a police car pulled up
nearby on the highway. Two officers came panting along the path, with Jeff and
Mortimer leading them.
"How do you know there's anyone in there?" asked one of the officers,
shining his flashlight into the abyss at the foot of the falls.
"We've talked to them," said Henry, and he explained about the
intercom system. "You can talk to them if you want to," he offered.
"Never mind!" said the officer. "Looks like we've really got a
job on our hands here." He whistled in surprise as he played his
flashlight over the rockfall. "Holy mackerel! There must be tons of the
stuff. It'll
blocking the mouth of the cave."
"Are you telling me?" sneered Harmon. "Have you got any other
old news, Mulligan?"
"Oh, boy! Would I like to punch him right in the nose!" said Freddy.
"By
the way, Mulligan," came Harmon's voice again, "how did you know we
were in here?"
"There's an electronic eye at the mouth of the cave," Henry answered.
"You guys tripped it when you went in, and it set off an alarm on our
intercom."
"Very clever!" said Harmon. "I guess we never will outsmart you
guys. Now, how do we get out?"
"How many of you are in there?" asked Henry.
"There are six of us," said Harmon. "Is that enough to qualify?"
"We'll get hold of the police right away," said Henry.
"I
don't know how they're going to get through to you, but we'll figure out some
way. Sure you're all right?"
"Yeah! We're all right. It's fine in here. Just get us out in time for
breakfast."
"He
doesn't sound very scared for a guy trapped in a cave," said Homer.
"He's a cool character, all right," said Mortimer Dalrymple.
"Something sounds a little fishy to me."
"It's Harmon's deep voice," said Freddy. "He's a big-mouthed
bass."
Mortimer
grabbed him by the collar and rubbed his knuckles in his hair good and hard.
Since we
hadn't bothered leaving anybody at the clubhouse in Jeff Crocker's barn, we had
no way of reaching the police except to ride into town and call them from the
nearest phone we could get to. Jeff and Mortimer volunteered to make the trip,
and the rest of us busied ourselves making as complete a reconnaissance as we
could of the situation around the mouth of the cave. It would take Jeff and
Mortimer at least fifteen minutes to get into town, and we knew it would be at
least half an hour after that before Chief Putney could rouse any of his men
and get them out to the falls. From the looks of things, they wouldn't be able
to do anything without heavy equipment, so it would probably be hours before
they mustered enough help to begin a rescue operation.
Literally tons and tons of rock had crashed down in front of the cave mouth, as
far as we could tell from shining our flashlights onto the pile. The lip of the
falls had receded to the point that one of the main plumes at the right of the
torrent was spilling huge volumes of water directly down at the mouth of the
cavern. It was possible that water was flowing into the cave.
Henry
got on the intercom and roused Harmon again. "Harmon!" he shouted.
"Is water coming into the cave? Are you all right?"
"We're fine," Harmon answered. "It's dry as a bone in here. Now
will you stop bothering us? We're trying to get some sleep. Just concentrate on
getting us out of here."
"OK!" said Henry. "But keep somebody near the intercom so we can
keep in touch with you."
"Roger!" said Harmon.
"Those guys can sleep ?" said Homer in disbelief.
"What else can they do?" Henry shrugged. "They have to wait for
help, and they might as well save their strength. They might need it. You gotta
hand it to them that they didn't panic."
Soon we
heard the wailing of a siren and a screech of brakes as a police car pulled up
nearby on the highway. Two officers came panting along the path, with Jeff and
Mortimer leading them.
"How do you know there's anyone in there?" asked one of the officers,
shining his flashlight into the abyss at the foot of the falls.
"We've talked to them," said Henry, and he explained about the
intercom system. "You can talk to them if you want to," he offered.
"Never mind!" said the officer. "Looks like we've really got a
job on our hands here." He whistled in surprise as he played his
flashlight over the rockfall. "Holy mackerel! There must be tons of the
stuff. It'll
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