"No! Bob doesn't yell as if a bear was after him," laughed Dave. "Here they come. What's that he says?"
"Found a cave, and a whopper, too."
"H'm—only hope it has a nice smooth floor, a soda fountain, and——"
"Hello, boys, we've struck a dandy place for a camp," called Bob; he arrived, panting and gleeful. "Finest cave you ever saw, Chubby," he declared.
"A crackerjack," added Havens. "Let's tote the stuff over, and get our grub."
In a few minutes, the boys reached the entrance, which was partially concealed by a fringe of bushes.
"Did you fellows have the nerve to go in there?" asked Dick.
"Not until we made sure that it was safe," responded Jim.
Dick eagerly pushed aside the bushes, and entered. For a moment everything was black, and he lingered on the threshold, fearing that some pitfall might be close at hand. Then, as he stepped forward, his eyes gradually accustomed themselves to the dim light which filtered in through the entrance.
But this disappeared almost entirely, as Dave's stout form squeezed through. Dick lighted a match.