I sat up and stared, fearing lest it might be the splash of a paddle, for I could not put from my mind the possibility of attack.

All I saw, however, was the low line of the distant shore, and above it the bright and setting stars that heralded the coming of the sun.

Then I woke the others, and we washed and ate, since once the sun rose time would be precious.
At length it appeared, splendid in a cloudless sky, and, as I had hoped, directly opposite to the mouth of the cave.

Taking our candles and some stout pieces of driftwood which, with our knives, we had shaped on the previous evening to serve us as levers and rough shovels, we entered the cave.

Bickley and I were filled with excitement and hope of what we knew not, but Bastin showed little enthusiasm for our quest.