Then we moved the brush, and sure as you live, we found an old door with a big stone against it.

I looked at Leon and he looked at me.
"Hoo-hoo!" came mother's voice, and that was the third call.
"Hum! Must be for us," said Leon.

"We better go as soon as we get a little dryer." He slid down the bank on one side, and I on the other, and we pushed at the stone.

I thought we never would get it rolled away so we could open the door a crack, but when we did what we saw was most surprising.
There was a little room, dreadfully small, but a room.

There was straw scattered over the floor, very deep on one side, where an old blanket showed that it had been a bed.