"Whaddaya want?"
"Wake up." Frank switched on his flashlight and he turned it on each member of the startled group. "Everybody here?"
"Sure!" replied Biff, sitting up in his blanket. "What's wrong?"
"Joe says somebody was prowling around the cave."
"It wasn't me. I've been sleeping like a log."
"It wasn't me either," spoke up Chet.
"I guess I was right, then," declared Joe. "There really was somebody. I thought for a minute it might be one of you playing a trick on the rest of us."
"We're all accounted for," said Frank. He got up and tossed a stick of wood on the embers of the fire. In a few minutes it began flaming up brightly, casting a circle of illumination through the cave. "Tell us about it, Joe."
Joe thereupon told of hearing the mysterious footsteps in the cave, of calling out and of hearing the exclamation, the crash of the rock, and the running footsteps as the intruder fled.
"Did he go out the front way?"