"Why didn't I think of it before? I—I don't see how I forgot it—I intended to tell you about it—and it is not a mile away," muttered Owen in a half audible tone.
"What are you saying? Are you dreaming?" asked Martin.
"I was talking about a cave which I found last month when chasing a 'coon—a big one, too."
"What, the 'coon?"
"No! the cave. If it rains to-night I'll take you there. It's better than a log-house."
"Perhaps it is the one that Mr. Rapier told me about the other day," said Martin. "It's in this neighborhood, but no one knows the exact spot. Long ago, even before Daniel Boone came to Kentucky, the Indians used to live in it during the hunting season."
"Are there two large rocks before it?" inquired Owen, raising himself up to a sitting posture and staring at Martin with evident interest.
"Let me see; I believe he said something about two rocks. Now I recollect; there were two large rocks, one on each side."
"That's the place; and if the rain doesn't drive us there to-night, we'll see it to-morrow morning."
Owen then lay down again, and was soon fast asleep, dreaming that he discovered an immense cave, whose entrance was guarded by two dogs as large as the two rocks which he had seen. His dream was scarcely more wonderful than the wonders which that cave really contained.