So I think our horses stand a first class chance of being here
when we come back for 'em."
Bob got on his feet.
"I've fixed up some grub, just as you told me," he remarked. "It isn't
much, but ought to serve in a pinch."
"And as it's nearly noon now," observed Frank. "Why not take a snack
before we leave our base of supplies? Let's get the stuff out of the
cache again, and have a round of bites."
"I don't see the use of hurrying away from here right now, anyhow," Bob
remarked, while they were eating.
"You mean," said Frank, "that we only came here to see what we could
find out about the secret of old Thunder Mountain, and why it kicks up
such a rumpus every little while?"
"Yes, and seems to me that since we're right on the ground now, we
might just as well start business, here," Bob asserted.
"That is, hang around until night, and wait to see if the grinding
begins again, as it did when we were in camp below?"
"We'd be in a position to guess what it was, better than before," Bob
went on.
"That's a fact," laughed Frank. "And if, as lots of people think, this
old mountain is a played-out volcano, perhaps we might even smell the
sulphur cooking, by sticking our noses down into some of these crevices
in the rocks."
"Now you're joshing me, Frank!" declared the Kentucky lad, reprovingly.
"I am not," replied the other, immediately. "Suppose there was any
truth in that fairy story about the fires away down in the earth here;
don't you think a fellow might get a whiff of the brimstone if he was
Johnny on the spot? Why, honest now, Bob, it was on my mind to find
some sort of cave up here, and go in just as far as we could.
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