“It does look as if this cave is being used,” Mr. Hatfield said. “Let’s look closer at that balsam pile. Be careful though. The ledge is slippery.”
Dan took a few steps only to halt.
“I’ve come to the end of my rope!” he announced. “And that’s no joke.”
“I can’t make the ledge either,” Brad reported. “The slack is practically all gone out of my rope. I’ll have to untie it.”
“No, don’t do that,” Mr. Hatfield ordered. “Just wait for me.”
While Dan and Brad remained on the narrow portion of the ledge, he circled around to the wider section.
Waiting rather nervously, the two boys found themselves shivering. A cold breath of air seemed to be circulating in the chamber. Their clothing was wet to above their knees, adding to their discomfort.
“Wish he’d hurry,” Dan muttered. “I’m getting anxious to get out into the sunshine again. This cave would give a fellow the creeps if he stayed here too long.”
Mr. Hatfield had bent down to examine the pile of balsam boughs.
“Someone’s been sleeping here all right,” he called to the Cubs. “And cooking in the place, too!”