"No, somebody has got to stay here an' watch the hosses," answered Tom Dillon.
A brief discussion followed, and it was agreed that Abe Blower and Roger and Dave should go down into the opening, leaving Tom Dillon and Phil to guard the animals and the camping outfit. Possibly the shipowner's son was disappointed by this arrangement, but if so he did not show it.
"It might not take more'n a few minutes to look into the cave," said Abe Blower. "An' then ag'in, it might take some hours. But, no matter how big the hole is, we won't be gone more'n two hours, Tom;" and so it was decided.
As they entered the cave—for such it really proved to be—they held their torches over their heads and looked anxiously for the mountain lion.
"I don't see anything of his majesty," said Roger, in almost a whisper, for the strange adventure had set his nerves on an edge.
"Oh, I suppose he had life enough left to crawl quite a distance," answered Dave.
The cave was irregular in shape, forming something of an underground split in the rocks. The flooring led steadily downward, with here and there an opening of unknown depth.
"A good place to prospect," said Abe Blower, as he flashed his torch over the rocky walls.
"Do you imagine there is gold in those rocks?" asked Dave.
