The devil always helps beginners.
We put through a couple of days pleasantly enough, after our hardish bit of work.

Jim found some fish-hooks and a line, and we caught plenty of mullet and eels in the deep, clear waterholes.

We found a couple of double-barrelled guns, and shot ducks enough to last us a week.

No wonder the old frequenters of the Hollow used to live here for a month at a time, having great times of it as long as their grog lasted; and sometimes having the tribe of blacks that inhabited the district to make merry and carouse with them, like the buccaneers of the Spanish Main that I've read about, till the plunder was all gone.

There were scrawls on the wall of the first cave we had been in that showed all the visitors had not been rude, untaught people; and Jim picked up part of a woman's dress splashed with blood, and in one place, among some smouldering packages and boxes, a long lock of woman's hair, fair, bright-brown, that looked as if the name of Terrible Hollow might not have been given to this lonely, wonderful glen for nothing.
We spent nearly a week in this way, and were beginning to get rather sick of the life, when father, who used always to be looking at a bare patch in the scrub above us, said-- 'They're coming at last.' 'Who are coming--friends ?' 'Why, friends, of course.