"It's all a matter of idiosyncracy, comrade. It wouldn't do if we all went in for Bach or Beethoven nor even for 'Annie Laurie.' But now let us go on shore and see that cave of yours. A change is what we both need."
CHAPTER VII
SUNKEN GOLD--JACK'S CAREER IN SIDNEY
"The cave seems first class," cried Kep, looking round him delightedly. "We shall be troglodytes now, Adolphus."
"What are they? some kind of frog aren't they?"
"No, people who live in caves, although frogs might be troglodytes, and sometimes are."
They now set to work at once. Though, to begin with, Kep tried Wagner just outside the cave. No snakes came out to dance, but behind them they heard a hissing noise, and found about half a score of the terrible reptiles had come from other rocks to be entertained. So that plan wouldn't work.
The cave was about half-way up the cliff, so, withered wood being very plentiful, a lot was gathered, and a big fire lighted in the centre of the floor of the place, Kep and Adolph taking good care to get outside when it began to crackle and burn.
But they stood by with fowling pieces, and as the reptiles came hurrying out, they took pot-shots, and killed quite a heap of them.
The ants of the shore picked the bones of these bare in two hours' time.