has letters on it. E R S. What does that mean?â
âCould be part of the name Sanderson,â Joe said.
âPerhaps an old prospector left it here,â Cap volunteered.
Frank snapped his fingers. âI have it!â he cried. âWait here. Iâll be back in a second.â
Without explaining why, he dashed off in the darkness.
âI think he ate some locoweed,â Chet remarked, leaning over his shovel and heaving a sigh.
The words were hardly off his lips when a shriek of terror sounded in the night.
Was Frank in trouble?
CHAPTER XI
Underground Snare
CATAPULTING himself out of the pit, Joe dashed down the slope in the direction Frank had taken. Chet and Cap hurried after him. With their flashlights stabbing the blackness, they finally reached the edge of the swamp.
Just then a flashlight beam was turned on Joe and a familiar voice called, âWhatâs going on? You guys sound like a stampede of water buffalo.â
âFrank! Was that you who yelled?â
âNo. I thought it was one of you.â
âMust have been a wildcat,â Cap said. âThey sometimes sound like humans.â
âSay, Frank, where were you going in such a rush?â Chet asked.
âTo get that sign on the tree. I have an idea about it.â
With the others following, he pushed through the dark swamp to the gnarled willow tree.
Frank pointed out the dangling sign to Chet. Then he yanked the weathered old board loose.
âI want to compare this with the piece of wood you found, Chet,â he said.
As they struggled back up the hill to the pit, Chet puffed and heaved. âYou sureâmake things âhard,â he said.
Joe was the first to notice that something was amiss at the pit.
âHey! I left my shovel right here. Whereâd it go?â
âEverything is gone!â cried Cap.
âThe board too,â Frank said. âWeâve been robbed!â
âThat cry was just a trick to get us away from here,â Cap declared. âSomebody wanted our tools. Put out your lights, boys. Thereâs no sense making targets of ourselves.â
The four stood motionless in the darkness. Frank broke the silence by whispering that it would be hopeless to try finding the thief in the darkness. The logical move was to return to their campsite as secretly as possible.
By this time all of them except Chet knew the route well enough to find it in the dark. Chet stumbled along between Frank and Joe. Reaching camp, they crawled into their sleeping bags.
âNow tell us about the sign, Frank,â Chet whispered.
âI was going to try fitting the two pieces together. I think originally it was all one sign.â
âBut that would mean it doesnât refer to wildcats at all,â Chet pointed out.
âRight! It would read, âHere lie the bodies of twenty wildcattersâ!â
âWildcatters has two tâs ,â Joe reminded him.
âThe second t could have been right on the break,â Frank explained, âand easily have rotted away.â
Chet still did not see the real significance. âWhatâs the difference whether there were twenty wildcats or twenty wildcat hunters here?â
Cap spoke up. âA wildcatter, Chet, isnât an animal hunter. Heâs a man who hunts for oil-well locations.â
âOil prospectors!â Chet whistled. âYou mean there might be oil here?â
Cap said that was quite possible, and then Joe exclaimed, âThose rusty pipes we found could have been part of some drilling equipment! And that skeleton in the cave might have been another one of the wildcatters!â
âSk-skeleton!â Chet quavered.
âOh, we didnât tell you about our Mr. Bones!â Joe laughed. âWait till you see him. Heâs out of this world.â
Chet crawled deeper into his sleeping bag and was silent.
âSeriously,â Frank said a moment later, âI wonder what really