"They are in there, two of them, asleep!" she whispered a moment
later, when Ned had reached her side. "The others are away!"
"And the other boy?" asked Ned, anxiously.
"He is with them," was the gratifying reply.
It was Frank who accompanied Ned into the sleeping chamber where the
heads of the conspiracy lay asleep. It was Frank who snapped the
manacles on the wrist of the one who was lying across the entrance as
a guard.
The supreme head of the wicked conspiracy struggled, half awake, as
Ned slipped the handcuffs on and searched him for weapons. But it was
all over in a moment, much to the amazement of Bradley, who,
attracted by a gleam of light, looked through the low opening to see
the searchlights of the Boy Scouts lighting up two angry faces. The
prince--the real prince this time!--was asleep on a costly rug not
far away. Later, when awakened, his attention was at once attracted
to Mike III., who made a pretty good playfellow for him for the time
being.
For there was little sleep in the Boy Scout Camera Club camp that
night. When the boys, the old lady, the prince and the others came
out of the cave, just as the moon was showing above the rim of the
world, a rocket was mounting the sky to the north.
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