“Going to sleep all day?” he asked him as he grabbed hold of his feet and pulled him from the tent. “What time is it?” “Almost four o’clock.” “Gee, I must have overslept,” Gordon groaned sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Is Steve up yet?” “Sure he is.” “But I don’t see him.” “He’s gone for some water. There’s a little brook about fifty rods back that he discovered yesterday while we were getting supper. I’ve got the fire going.” “Here he comes now.” “Breakfast will be ready in two shakes of a lamb’s tail,” Bill told him. Bill was almost as good as his word and by five o’clock they were ready to start exploring. The tide was coming in but there was a strip of sand some forty feet wide between the sea and the cliffs. “I reckon it’ll be a couple of hours before the water gets up to the rocks,” Rogers told them as they started along toward the north. “Now we want to keep our eyes peeled and not miss a single bet,” he cautioned them. “I guess there’s only one to miss and that’s the cave,” Gordon chuckled. For the greater part of the way so far as they could see the wall of rocks was about twelve feet high and very rugged. As they walked slowly along they scanned every inch closely. “Looks like a hole up there,” Gordon suddenly cried after they had gone about a hundred feet. “Where do you mean?” Bill asked eagerly. “Right up there above that bit of rock that’s sticking out. Can’t you see it?” “I can see the rock sticking out but I can’t see any hole,” Bill declared. “Neither can I,” Rogers backed him up. “You must both be blind,” Gordon asserted. “I believe I can climb up there.” “But I tell you there’s nothing there,” Bill insisted. “I’m going to take a look anyhow,” Gordon insisted as he started for the foot of the cliff. But when he got close up to it it did not look so easy. The wall at that point was almost perpendicular and there seemed to be but few toeholds. “Give me a boost up so I can reach that crack and I believe I can make it,” he said. “Look out you don’t slip now,” Bill cautioned as he bent his knee. Standing on Bill’s shoulders Gordon found that he could reach the crack and by drawing himself up he was able to get his feet on an out jutting rock, but it was a very precarious hold. “Better spit on your hands,” Bill called up to him. “My hands are all right but I don’t know what to do with my feet,” he called back. But he managed a moment later to get his fingers in another crack a little higher up and to bring his feet up to a more secure footing on a bit of ledge. From this position he was able to peep over the rock behind which he was convinced was a hole into the cliff. But the brief glance he caught, while almost hanging by his finger tips, showed him that he had been mistaken. There was no opening there and a second later he dropped to the sand with a sheepish look on his face. “Satisfied?” Bill demanded. “Sure, but I wouldn’t have been if I hadn’t looked,” he replied.