“No; for the Rill Head—the cavern,” said Fred.
“Then it must be close here, for we are only a little way from the edge of the cliffs.”
Endorsement of his words came in the low roar of a breaking wave from below; and just then the stars peeped out from behind a cloud, and they saw exactly where they stood.
Ten minutes later they were close by the narrow entrance, and as Fred searched for the exact place he uttered a cry of satisfaction, for there by the gaping rift lay two large bundles, whose contents he pretty well guessed.
Chapter Fifty.
Back to Camp.
“Now, Samson,” whispered Fred, “we must trust to our horses standing fast.”
“You let their halters lie on the ground, sir, and they’ll not move,” was the reply. “Wait a minute, till I’ve unrolled the rope from my waist, and then I’m ready.”