"Where?"
The others came hastening over to Frank Hardy.
"Look!" Frank cast the beam of the flashlight against the black wall near by.
Full in the center of the circle of radiance, they saw a neat pile of wood. It had not been placed there by accident; that much was certain. It had been stacked carefully by human hands.
Frank stepped over and picked up one of the sticks.
"Good dry driftwood. We don't have to worry about a fire now."
"I wonder who on earth piled it in here?" remarked Biff.
Chet shrugged.
"Why worry about that? The main thing is that some thoughtful soul has been kind enough to put it here, and we're the boys who are going to use it. Where shall we light the fire, Frank?"
"Right here, I guess. This is far enough back from the entrance so that we won't have to worry about the rain beating in. It's certainly queer how that wood comes to be here, though."