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THE CACHE
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"Beg your pardon, sir," put in Congdon, "but I don't think we can make it from this side, sir."
"Why not?"
"No beach, sir, and the cliff's like the side of a ship. Looks to be deep water right into the cave's mouth."
"Back to the boat, then. Bring that flag along."
The descent was swift, at times reckless, but the party embarked without accident. Soon they were forging through the water at racing speed, the boat leaping to the impulsion of the sailorman's strongest motives, curiosity and the hope of saving a life.
