“Yes, I recollect,” said Fred, thoughtfully, “though it was twenty feet up on a broad shelf of rock. Shall we swim to the cave?”
Scarlett shook his head. “No,” he said. “It would be too risky.”
“What shall we do, then?”
“Give it up.”
“And I just won’t,” cried Fred, emphatically. “I say, Scar, look here.”
“Well?”
“If we can’t get in one way, let’s get in the other.”
Scarlett stared at him wonderingly, “Let’s go down the same way that you were going, only not in such a hurry,” he added with a gun.
“What, climb down the hole?” said Scarlett, thoughtfully, and ignoring the smile. “Yes. Why not?”
“Oh yes, we could, with a rope. Drive an iron bar down into the earth, and tie one end of the rope to it, and then go down.”