"Ten miles. Why, that isn't very far. We'll just buy enough food to last us a day or so and then if we need more one of us can come back here. There's no use packing along too much."
"And ye say ye're goin' to camp there?" persisted the old man, as though he could not quite grasp the fact.
"Yes. What's wrong about that? Aren't there any places we can pitch a tent?"
"Oh, yes, there's places ye can pitch a tent and I've no doubt but there's fishermen's cottages that you could find a room at. But if I was you I wouldn't do no campin' near Honeycomb Cliffs. That is," said the old man, "unless ye stay away from the caves."
"Why, that's what we came for," put in Biff. "We intend to explore the caves!"
The old man gave a perceptible gasp at this.
"Explore 'em! Lads, ye're crazy."
The old gentleman's attitude puzzled the boys extremely.
"Is it against the law?" Chet inquired.
"No, it ain't agin the law, but it's agin common sense."