"Now, who's for seeing the caves?" cried Chet, rising briskly. "You girls declared you wanted to go 'way through the hill."
"Won't we get lost?" asked Nellie, timidly.
"Not a bit of it. It's a straight passage—nearly," said Chet. "Lance and I have been through a couple of times. We come out into just the prettiest little valley in the middle of the island—and not far from the park, at that."
"But people have been lost in the caves," objected one girl.
"Not of late years. There are side passages, I know, where a fellow could get turned around."
"It's just like a maze, over at the east end," Lance observed. "But we won't go into that part."
"And the way is marked along the walls of the straight cave in red paint. I've got a box of tapers," said Chet, and ran to the boat for them.
"Gas lighters," said Dorothy.
"Oh, Jolly!" ejaculated Bobby Hargrew. "You know what that new hired girl of ours said when mother showed her how to cook macaroni? She says:
"'Sure, Mrs. Hargrew, do youse be atein' them things?'