As soon as he was able Peterson leaped up, struck a match, and lit some brushwood which happened to be near and which the water had not yet touched.
By this light Larry's ankle was again attended to and bound up in a couple of handkerchiefs.
"If we keep on we'll get to the center of the earth," remarked Dick, as he gazed around curiously. "Where do you suppose we are now?"
"In one of the island caves," answered Peterson. "I told you the place was full of them. That's the reason the smugglers used to hold out here."
"Perhaps we'll come across some of their treasures."
At this Peterson shook his head. "Not likely. When the last of the smugglers was arrested the government detectives searched the island thoroughly and gathered in all to be found."
"I see. Well, how are we to get out, now we are down here?"
"We might climb back, Rover, the way we came, but that is dangerous on account of the water. I rather think we'll do better to look for the regular opening to the cave, if there is any."
The matter was talked over for several minutes, and it was decided that Dick and Peterson should investigate, while Larry remained by the fire,
