"Let's see if he was telling us the truth about that cave of his," Joe suggested. "We might as well make sure that our provisions are safe."
"There's a cave here, all right. Look, I can see it over by those big boulders."
"So there is. Queer that we didn't notice it before. The rocks hide it from view unless you stand right in front of it."
"Trust Carl to pick a good hiding place. If he hadn't made the mistake of getting drunk and wandering beyond his own front door, he might be a free man yet."
"It isn't the first time that liquor has landed a man in jail."
The boys approached the entrance of the cave. It was, as Joe had pointed out, almost invisible from the beach, unless one happened to look up when standing directly in front of the opening, because a number of huge boulders obscured it.
Inside, they found unmistakable evidences of human habitation.
"There are our provisions!" exclaimed Frank.
He pointed to a box that stood beside a few blankets in a corner of the little cave. It was filled with the food that Schaum had stolen from them. Very little of it had been touched; the robber had been given no time to dispose of his loot.
"Well, I never expected to see that again," said Joe.