I didn't sleep much that night, and I don't think Sam slept at all. No matter how much I kept reassuring him that as soon as Brown returned from Carlsbad we would get him out, he still thought he'd never see the light of day again. Early the next morning, before the sun was up, Sam was calling me and asking if Brown had returned. "Not yet," I replied, "but he will, probably some time before noon." I, too, was getting a bit apprehensive, for I felt just a bit guilty about Sam's predicament, since I was the one who had persuaded him to go below--against his desire to do so. In order to slightly calm my nervous tension I decided to take a short walk around the area in hopes of making the time pass more quickly, for I now knew that I, too, would welcome Brown and the rope he would be bringing. I didn't stray too far from our campsite and was looking around when low in the sky I noticed a large number of dark objects. They seemed to disappear on a hillside. Curiosity got the better of me. Knowing there was nothing I could do until Brown returned, I decided to investigate. As I came closer I noticed the dark objects were bats--thousands of them. They were, indeed, disappearing into the side of a hill--into an opening that was much larger than the one which at the moment was holding Sam Evans a prisoner. Having spent the night in search of food, they were now returning at sunrise to spend the day in what appeared to be a huge cave. I was almost awe-struck at the sight of so many of these little flying mammals, for I had never before seen anything like it in my life. As the brightness of the dawn increased the stream of bats subsided, and in a short while only a few remaining stragglers were entering the mouth of their home. Where could all of these bats go, I wondered. There must be an exceptionally large cave inside to hold so many of them. I never have cared much for bats, but I was interested in seeing where they lived. As I approached closer the whole side of the hill seemed to open up. There, certainly, was an opening to something even larger inside. Well, of course, I wanted to go in, right then, but I knew it would not be safe to go into such a strange place alone. I had no idea of what I might find, or what trouble I might encounter. By this time the sun was well off the horizon and I thought perhaps I had better get back to Sam and console him lest he think I had deserted him. I looked up the old dirt road towards Carlsbad to see if I could see any signs of Brown returning, but all was quiet. I reasoned he would spend the night in Carlsbad and get an early morning start for the return trip, which would get him here a little before noon or so. "Sam," I called out, "how is everything down there?" "Get me out," he pleaded. "I've had all I want of this. I'm never going into a cave again."