The answer came a moment later.
“Confound it, not a soul!”
“What’s it like?”
“Black as pitch. I can’t see a thing. Come in here, some of you fellows, and bring a light.”
Encouraged by their leader’s boldness and the fact that he had not yet been attacked, several of the yearlings sprang up the cliff. One of them slid in and a moment later the listening plebes heard an exclamation of surprise.
“Have you got a light?” they cried.
“Yes.”
“What’s it like?”
“It’s a great big cave. Good Heaven! and it’s all furnished up like a house!”
“Where are the plebes?”