Chapter Seven.
Fred Takes a Jump.
The adventure in the Rill cave was talked about for a few days, and several plans were made for its further exploration; but, in spite of the talking, no further visit was made in that direction.
“You see, we ought to get a boat,” Fred said, “and row right to the mouth, and go in that way next time, and we haven’t got a boat.”
“And no likelihood of getting one,” said Scarlett, thoughtfully. “Shall we go down again, and take your Samson with us this time?”
“I don’t see that there’s any good in it; and see what a mess we should be in again. I was full of little tiny bits of slate all in my hair, and down my back, and, after all, it wasn’t worth the trouble.”
“Made me feel a bit queer. I say, Scar, only fancy being shut up there, and starving to death.”
Scarlett gave an involuntary shiver.
“Don’t talk about it.”