They had to separate, which wasn’t all that bad since they would be in a position to pincer the incoming men, should they be found.
Jack’s intuition had been correct. None other but Johnny Peashot and his companions ran out of the rain and into the cave, grumbling annoyed. Jack couldn’t see them, but he could hear well enough.
“Doggone but I loathe the jungle rains,” Johnny said as they came to a stop. By the noise he made, Jack guessed he was slapping his hat against his leg. It then sounded like he waved it around in an attempt to dry it. “And the jungle critters, and this jungle mountain. Not too fond of this cavernous environment either, if I can be honest.”
His companions snickered.
“Is there anything you like about the jungle, Johnny?”
“Yeah,” Johnny said, pausing to do somethin
