"Don't try that again, or we may be buried alive," cautioned Dick.
"I don't think I will try it," was the rueful answer. "But, Dick, we must get out."
"That's true."
"Let us yell for help."
"I don't believe anybody is within hearing distance."
"Never mind, we can try it."
Both raised their voices, not once, but half a dozen times. Then they listened intently.
"Did you hear anything?" asked Dick.
"Not a sound."
Their faces fell. What were they to do next?
"If we only had a rope," sighed Leander.
"Or a long pole."
They walked around the flooring of the hole dismally. Then Dick drew out his watch and his face brightened.
"The fifteen minutes are up. They'll be hunting for us presently."
He was right; the others of the expedition were both hunting and calling, but nothing was seen or heard of them.
Led by old Jacob the party went through the orange grove, but came up a goodly distance to the left of the hole in which the poor boys were prisoners of nature.
