"But we can look a little bit
when we're here. Let's go for Janet. She's crying."
Janet was crying by this time, not liking to be left alone outside
while the boys were in the cave. They ran back to her and her tears
were soon dried.
"Will you come in a little way with us?" asked her brother. "There
isn't anything to be afraid of. Is there, Hal?"
"No, not a thing. We won't go in very far, Jan. And maybe you can see
the blue stones. We couldn't, but sometimes girls' eyes are better
than boys. Come on!"
So with Hal holding a hand on one side, and Ted on the other, Janet
went slowly into the cave with her brother and his chum. Hal flashed
his light, and by its gleam the Curlytops could see that the cave was
large, larger even than it had seemed when they were in it with their
grandfather.
"Look on the floor for the rocks," suggested Hal. "That's where the
tramp-man would put 'em if he brought 'em here."
But they did not see the blue rocks, nor any others. The floor of the
cave seemed to be of stone or hard clay, and there was nothing on it.
They did not go in far enough to see the sacks which Grandpa Martin
said someone had used for a bed, nor did the children see the bread
and other bits of food which might have meant that someone had had a
picnic in the cave.
"I guess the rocks aren't here," said Hal, in disappointed tones as
Janet said she wanted to turn back, for she did not like it in the
cave.
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