"I was going to have a look inside, when that mountain lion growled and sprang out at me."
"We'll light some torches, and take a look at the place," suggested old Tom Dillon.
"Oh, supposing it's an entrance to that lost mine!" cried Phil.
"It would be great!" added the senator's son, enthusiastically.
"I hardly think it could be thet," put in Abe Blower. "But if the cave is long enough, it might lead to one o' the shafts as was sunk fer the mine; eh, Tom?"
"That's true," responded the old miner.
"I've got my electric torch with me," said Roger, bringing that useful article from his pocket. "We can use that in the cave."
"The light wouldn't be strong enough, an' steady enough," answered Abe Blower. "We'll have to have regular torches, and plenty of 'em, too. Caves like thet are often full o' holes, an' ye might step into one an' fall down to Chiny, or somewhere else," and he smiled, grimly.
The old miners had picked up some sticks for torches on the way, thinking they might come in useful for firewood if for nothing else, and several of these were now lit and swung into a lively blaze.
"No use of all of us goin' in there," said Abe Blower.
