They scrambled toward it. The ravine was deep and the slope was steep, but they had been fortunate in reaching it just at a point where a path led down among the rocks.
Far below, they could see the beach and the breaking rollers.
Slipping and stumbling, the boys made their way down the steep, winding path in the down-pour. The storm was unabated. Its violence, on the contrary, seemed to have increased. The rain came down in sheets.
Halfway down the path, Joe gave a cry of excitement.
"A cave!"
He pointed down toward the base of the cliff, just visible from the path.
There, but a short distance from the breaking waves, was a dark hole in the steep wall of rock.
CHAPTER XI
Footsteps in the Night
With the goal in sight, the Hardy boys and their chums hastened down the treacherous path, along the steep side of the ravine. The path was slippery and little rivulets of water ran at their feet. Chet Morton slipped and went sprawling in the mud, getting to his feet with exclamations of disgust.