"Didn"t you hear us call to you?" asked the youngest Rover.
"I thought I heard something--but I was not sure. I called back."
"We didn"t hear you," answered Tom.
d.i.c.k had been trying to get out of the hole into which he had tumbled, but without success. Now the sides were growing slippery from the rain, so the ascent became more difficult than ever.
"We"re in a pickle," sighed Sam.
"Oh, we"ve got to get out somehow," answered his big brother. "We can"t stay here forever."
The opening was almost square, with three sides of rough rock. In trying to climb up some of the rocks Tom gave one a shove and it slid from sight, revealing an opening beyond.
"Hullo! another hole!" cried the youth, leaping back in consternation.
"Why, the old mountain is fairly honeycombed with them."
"I was never on this side of the mountain before," said d.i.c.k. "They used to tell some queer stories about this side."
"Didn"t they say some parts were haunted?" asked Sam.
"Yes, and it was said that, years ago, many travelers coming this way disappeared."
"Well, why shouldn"t they, with so many holes around?" came from Tom.
"If we get out alive we"ll be lucky."
With great care they got down on their hands and knees and examined the opening beyond the rocks.
"I believe it"s a big cave," announced d.i.c.k a few minutes later. "And if it is, I"m rather inclined to look around inside. Perhaps it will lead to some opening on the mountainside where we can get out."
CHAPTER III
A MYSTERIOUS CAVE
At first Sam and Tom demurred to entering the cave--which looked dark and forbidding. But d.i.c.k insisted that he was going ahead, and rather than be left behind they went along.
"We"ll light some kind of a torch," said the eldest Rover. "Got some matches?"
"Yes, I brought along a pocketful," answered Sam. "Didn"t know but what we"d want to build a campfire this noon."
"We"ll want one now--to dry our clothing by," said Tom. "Let us pick up the driest of the sticks."
This they did, and having entered the cave, they made a good-sized blaze. This sent a ruddy glow around the cavern, and as the boys moved about fantastic shadows went dancing on the rocky walls, adding to the weirdness of the scene.
From the fire each of the youths provided himself with a torch, and thus equipped they moved around the cave with care, taking precautions not to fall into any more holes. They soon found the opening on the mountainside long and narrow and running downward.
"We don"t want to get lost," cautioned Sam.
"Oh, we can always go back to the fire," answered d.i.c.k.
"Unless it goes out on us."
"It won"t burn itself out for an hour--I saw to that before we left it."
As the boys advanced into the cave they came across a heap of bones.
d.i.c.k examined them carefully.
"Skeletons?" queried Sam, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Yes--of lambs and pigs," was the dry answer. "Somebody has been making this a rendezvous and living on the fat of the land."
"Maybe that accounts for Jerry Burden"s losses," suggested Tom. "He said he lost a lamb last spring, and two pigs."
"Yes, and old Richard Feltham lost a pig and some chickens," added d.i.c.k.
"Maybe this has been a hangout for tramps."
"Do you think they are here still?" questioned Sam. "We don"t want to have any trouble."
"I am sure I don"t know, Sam. But this proves one thing."
"That we can get out of the cave?"
"Exactly. See, here is an old coat and a pair of old shoes. Somebody has been in the habit of coming here--and he wasn"t in the habit of getting in the way we got in."
They moved on, and soon reached a larger opening. Here they found a bit of old harness and, further on, where the ground was soft, the tracks of wagon wheels.
"Somebody has been in the habit of driving right in here!" exclaimed Tom. "We are sure to get out!" and his face showed his relief.
"Hark! what"s that?" cried Sam, and shrank back as a strange rumbling was heard. "Is it an earthquake, or a landslide?"
"It"s thunder, that"s all," said d.i.c.k, a minute later, as they listened.
"To be sure--the storm was on us when we fell into the first hole,"
answered the youngest Rover.
"Perhaps we can be glad we are under shelter--if the storm is going to be a bad one," came from Tom. "But, come on, I want to see daylight again."
He moved on and then gave a cry of astonishment.
"Look!"
His brothers did so. On one side of the cave were piled thirty or forty packing cases. The majority of them were empty, but three, directed to one Jackson Dwight, Carwell, were full and nailed up.
"Well, I never!" murmured Sam. "d.i.c.k----"