The steak was soon broiling over a fire which Dave kindled, and the smell proved more than appetizing.
The jaguar meat was tough and not of an extra fine flavor, yet they were tremendously hungry, and that made them less critical than otherwise.
In less than an hour the dinner was over, and after getting a drink and a wash-up, both proceeded on their way.
It was warm outside of the cave, so they did not suffer much inconvenience because of their wet clothing.
"Now to find our way back to the Swallow, and with all speed," said Dave. "Which do you suppose is the right direction?"
"That way," and Bob pointed with his hand.
"And I was thinking it was in that direction," and Dave pointed at right angles to the other course.
Then both laughed.
"We can't both be right," said Bob.
"Let us split the difference and take a course between the two. Then we probably won't go far wrong, Bob."