Curious to see where the cavern led to be continued his climbing until the light of the camp fire was left far behind.
His torch was burning low but he whirled it into a blaze and went on once more.
Occasionally he slipped, for the rocks were now wet, but this did not daunt him.
At last he reached a spot where the water was flowing in a miniature waterfall. There was an opening over his head but it was out of reach.
"This must be a pretty place in the daylight," he mused. "What grand scenery on every hand throughout this State!"
Of a sudden more than the usual amount of water came down and some of it hit the torch, extinguishing it instantly.
"Confound the luck," he murmured, and felt in his pocket for a match.
While he was searching for the article, he heard a strange noise overhead, close to the waterfall.
He listened and the noise was followed by the unmistakable growl of a wild beast.
A wolverine had strayed close to the waterfall and had slipped on the rocks to a shelf below.