After a moment John stirred and opened his eyes. He looked about him in a puzzled way as though he did not know where he was. Then he evidently remembered his experience for he shuddered and cast a terror-stricken glance at the dark entrance of the cave.
“I saw a man,” he repeated in a low voice.
“What kind of a man? Who was it?” demanded Grant eagerly. “Keep your eye on that cave, Pop,” he added grimly.
“Tell us what happened,” urged Fred.
John was much more composed now and had better control of himself.
“I went into the cave,” he began. “I walked along and didn’t see a thing. I was beginning to think that that chest was the only thing there and I kept thinking what a strange thing it was. I had gone in to find out where that patch of light came from you know, so when I came to it I looked up.” John stopped speaking.
“What then?” demanded Grant in a tense voice.
“I saw a man,” said John, and he shivered violently.
“Yes,” urged Grant. “What kind of a man did you see?”
“An old man with white hair and a long white beard.”