CHAPTER XXV
THE CAVES UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
For a distance of five hundred feet the way was known to both Larry and his sailor friend, and the pair passed along swiftly, guided in part by the flickering rays from the camp-fire outside of the main cave.
"Have a care now, lad," whispered Leroy, as they reached a narrow passage, which turned first to the left and then upward.
"The roof is low, and you don't want for to dash your brains out on the rocks."
"Never fear but I'll be as careful as I can," responded the youth, feeling his way along. "Better keep close, Leroy, that we don't become separated."
The turn made, it was no easy matter to ascend the sloping floor, with here and there a rough bowlder to cross, or a hollow in which one might fall and break a leg without half trying, as the
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