The night passed and half of the next day.
The two remained in the cave, living on fish alone.
It looked as if they would have to remain in the cave a week, perhaps longer.
“I’m sick of it from my hair to my toes,” growled Greson.
“So am I; but I am thankful we are alive,” returned Leo grimly.
The noon hour passed slowly.
It was furiously hot.
“Wouldn’t you think the fire would burn itself out, Leo?” remarked the assistant.
“There are a good many thousands of cords of wood to consume, and that takes time, Larry.”
About the middle of the afternoon it began to grow dark.