"What's the matter?" Theodore asked, with a slight feeling of alarm. "You are not ill, are you, old fellow?"
"No, Theo; I've got a stitch in my side though."
"Oh, that will soon pass. That's nothing. Keep still, and you'll be all right in a few minutes."
Jack took his stepbrother's advice. Very soon he felt better, but he still looked pale. "My legs shake so," he explained in an apologetic tone. "What a long way we have come. Aren't you tired?"
"Not in the least. Don't you think you had better stay here and rest whilst I go and find the Hermit's Cave?" Theodore suggested.
"Oh, no, no! I want to go with you. Don't leave me here. I'm all right now."
"Let me see. Seth Stanley said the cave was on the north side of the Tor," Theodore said reflectively; "now, which side is that, I wonder?"
"I'm sure I don't know. The sun sets in the west; we ought to be able to tell by that."
"But the sun is not setting yet. Still, the cave can't be on the sunny side. That's certain. Let us try this way."
They set to work, searching amongst the boulders of granite, but it was a long time before they could find any aperture which looked like the entrance to a cave. At last, when they feared their quest was in vain, and were almost in despair, Theodore gave an exultant cry. He had discovered a hole between two blocks of granite, and called to Jack to come and look.