Yet there was no question where our precursor had gone.

He was making for the shore.
Tam unshuttered his lantern, and the steps went clearly down the corkscrew path.

'Maybe he is after our cave.

We'd better go cannily.' The glim was dowsed--the words were Archie's--and in the best contraband manner we stole down the gully.

The business had suddenly taken an eerie turn, and I think in our hearts we were all a little afraid.