"Let me hear it. You don't know how often I think about that place."
"The other night when I was reading 'Robinson Crusoe'——"
"Tell me about the cave. I've had enough about books for one night," interrupted Martin.
"That's just what I'm trying to do."
"Pardon me. I thought you were going to speak of the old man and his island."
"No. While I had the book in my hand I happened to see some writing and drawing on one of the last pages. There was a line marked Beech Fork; above this was the word hill; then a few scratches over which were written in two places, big rocks. Beginning with these two rocks was a single way or entrance which branched off into a number of passages."
"Were the passages marked?"
"Nothing was written over them; but it seemed to me that the lines represented them."
"Probably they did," said Martin. "Get the book and let us look at them."
"That's the bad luck of it, Mart. The page was burned."