For his mind was still sore on the subject of the scuttled yawl.
On arriving at the fence Andy put down his load, and producing a key unlocked the door. The space without the cave was deserted.
"Strange," muttered Andy. "Blight is generally anxious for his food."
Carefully relocking the door, the lads made their way to the mouth of the cave. Here, too, silence reigned.
"Blight! Where are you?"
There was no answer. Andy repeated the call, but without result.
"Is he asleep, or is he dead?" asked Terence, and gripping their pistols the two lads entered the cave.
Contrasted with the brilliant sunshine without, the apartment seemed plunged into utter darkness, but by degrees the lads' eyes grew accustomed to the gloom.
"Be careful," whispered Andy. "Perhaps he's up to some of his tricks."
"You locked the door in the fence?"