“If you’re not, I’m fast asleep,” said Vince.
“But how did we get here?”
“I don’t know. Through some narrow passage, I suppose; and then, as soon as we got in, we must have been going on round and round, and round and round, thinking that we were getting out to sea. I say, no wonder it seemed so far!”
“Then it is true,” said Mike excitedly. “I don’t know that cave, though.”
“No, we never saw that before,” said Vince, as they were swept by a low archway, and then onward by a broad opening, which, seen from their fresh point of view, looked beautiful but strange.
“Is that—” began Mike, in a dubious, hesitating way.
“Yes, of course. Look: we don’t know it from out here, but there’s the seal hole and our fishing place, where we caught the crab. It’s all shadowy inside, or we could see our kitchen and fishing tackle.”
“No, no; it can’t be,” said Mike despairingly: “if it was, we should come directly upon the smugglers’ place.”
“Yes, you’ll see: we shall be carried by directly.”
“But there’ll be some one there. Here, quick: let’s row away,”—and Mike seized an oar.