This had not occurred to the others. They glanced at one another in dismay.
"That's right too," said Joe. "There's not much wood around these rocks and it's all wet by now, anyway."
"Nothing but driftwood," Frank observed disconsolately. "The rain has drenched it." He glanced out, and along the shore he spied a few bits of wood tossed up by the waves, but they were sodden and useless.
"This is going to be fine," said Chet. "We'll have to shiver here all night without a fire. A great beginning to our visit!"
To tell the truth, the boys were feeling none too cheerful over the prospect, for they were all cold, wet, and hungry and they had been looking forward to dry clothes and a hot meal by a roaring fire. Now it seemed that they were doomed to spend the night in the cheerless shelter of a damp, cold cave, without the vestige of a blaze.
"Thank goodness our blankets are dry, at any rate," Joe said philosophically.
Frank moved farther back into the cave, with the flashlight illuminating the way. Suddenly he gave an exclamation of mingled astonishment and delight.
"Well! can you beat this, fellows?"
"What have you found?"
"Firewood."