Zero climbed into the one next to him. Despite having gone the wrong way for a while, it hadn’t taken them nearly as long as Stanley had expected.
Now, they just had to wait. The sun cut through the cloud, and Stanley felt its rays beating down on him.
But soon more clouds filled the sky, shading Stanley and his hole. He waited until he was certain the last of the campers had finished for the day.
Then he waited a little longer. As quietly as possible, he and Zero climbed up out of their holes and crept toward camp.
Stanley held the sack in front of him, cradled in his arms, instead of over his shoulder, to keep the jars from clanking against each other.
A wave of terror rushed over him when he saw the compound— the tents, the Wreck Room, the Warden’s cabin under the two oak trees.
The fear made him dizzy. He took a breath, summoned his courage, and continued.
“That’s the one,” he whispered, pointing out the hole where he had found the gold tube.
It was still about fifty yards away, but Stanley was pretty sure it was the right hole.
There was no need to risk going any closer. They climbed down into adjacent holes, and waited for the camp to fall asleep.
Stanley tried to sleep, not knowing when he’d get the chance again. He heard the showers and, later, the sounds of dinner.
He heard the creaking of the Wreck Room door. His fingers drummed against the side of the hole.
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