Prescott posted his friends, then chose his own post, so that they were stationed at intervals of about a hundred yards.
All had hiding places within plain view of this rough country road.
Now the time dragged again.

Strain their ears as they might, none of these young outposts of Dick & Co.

could hear a single suspicious sound.

They must have remained there all of three quarters of an hour.
Bang! sounded a terrific crash.

Tom and Greg, without showing themselves in the road, hurriedly, silently reached their leader.
"Pshaw!" uttered Prescott in disgust.