The girls and Marshmallow waited impatiently for Dave to return. Presently, he came back with the flashlight.
“Wouldn’t it be grand if we’d find buried treasure?” Doris laughed. “I could use some money all right, and I don’t know of any more delightful way to obtain it.”
She did not really hope that any such adventure would befall them, but Kitty’s eyes grew round at the mere mention of treasure.
“Who’s to go first?” Doris asked.
“Let me,” Marshmallow begged.
Dave handed him the flashlight, and after an instant’s hesitation he again thrust his head and shoulders through the opening. It was only a small aperture, and Marshmallow grunted as he squeezed through.
“You’re too fat,” Doris called after him. “You may never get out again.”
There was no response from the inside of the cave and Kitty, suddenly becoming alarmed, called anxiously:
“Marshmallow! Marshmallow!”
“I’m right here,” came a muffled voice. “Come on in.”