But before long Bob and Joe became restless. At last Joe got up and stretched. He sipped a very small quantity of water; then motioned for Bob to get up.
“What’s up?” the latter asked.
“Come on,” said Joe, picking up his rifle. “Let’s go out awhile. I’m anxious to explore these mountains around here. There’s no telling what we may come across.”
Bob was willing, and as the sun was slightly less hot, they started out in the direction of a large mountain that had tall, sharp points reaching up into the sky.
“What’s that over there?” asked Bob, pointing to a wall of rock some two hundred feet away.
“Don’t know. Let’s go over and see.”
The youths walked over to the precipice and then halted before a small crack that looked to be the entrance to a cave.
“Shall we go in?” asked Joe.
“I’m game. Come on.”
The hole in the rock was so small that it was necessary to crawl on their hands and knees for a short distance. Then the cave became larger, and they could stand.