"Here it is, over this way."
Teddy Martin was an observing little fellow. He could find his way
around in the woods very well, once he had been to a place, and he did
not go wrong this time. He led his grandfather right to the entrance
of the cave.
And it proved to be a real cave. Grandpa Martin found this out when he
jumped down into the place where Teddy had fallen, and when the
lantern had been lighted and flashed into the dark hole.
"Yes, it's a cave all right," the children's grandfather said. "And to
think the many times I've been on this island I never found it! Well,
I'll go in a little way."
"Can't I come?" asked Ted, as he saw his grandfather start into the
dark hole which spread out from the open place into which Ted had
fallen.
"I'm not coming," declared Janet, "and I don't want to stay here all
alone."
"You stay there with your sister, Curlytop," directed Mr. Martin. "If
I find out it's all right and is safe, I'll come back and take you
both in a little way."
Grandpa Martin walked into the dark hole, his lantern flickering like
a firefly at night. The Curlytops watched it until they could no
longer see the gleam. Then they waited expectantly.
"Maybe somethin'll grab grandpa," said Jan, after a bit.
"What?" asked Ted.
"A fox--or somethin'!"
"Pooh, he isn't afraid of a fox!"
"Well, a bear, maybe!"
"There isn't any bears here, Janet Martin! I'm not afraid.
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