“It’s really a wonderful cave,” said Jean.
“Huh?” exclaimed Jim in complete astonishment.
“Don’t look so surprised because I found it. I knew there was more to your hideaway than just a big field.”
Jim found a narrow ledge that made an easy path up to the tree. When he pulled the stumpy pine tree to one side there was the narrow entrance to the cave. It was a dark opening about two feet wide and four feet high.
“As long as you found it you might as well see the inside,” said Jim, trying to talk casually. “I’ll run down and get the flash light.”
He didn’t quite keep the excitement out of his voice, and Jean looked after him with growing suspicion. When he returned they made their way inside excitedly.
“How big is it?” asked Jean as she followed her brother through the opening.
“Why—uh—just medium,” answered Jim, trying to flash his light around quickly in order to answer the question correctly.
There was only one room to the cave, but it was spacious and dry. The ceiling arched above their heads at least twelve feet. Along one of the stone walls there was a natural ledge at just the right height for a bed or a seat.
“This will make a swell place,” said Jim incautiously.