“Come on farther back,” said Bunny, as he saw Sue wrapping her dress around her doll to keep off the rain.

“It—­it’s too dark,” Sue answered.

Bunny walked back a little way.  Then he cried: 

“Oh, Sue.  Come on back here.  It’s real light here.  There’s a chimbly here and the light comes down it fine!”

“You come and get me—­I can’t see—­it’s so dark,” Sue answered.

Bunny had left her standing near the front part of the cave, where it was still light, and he had run back into the dark part.  There, half way back, he had found a place where there was a hole in the roof—­a “chimbly,” as Bunny called it.

Through this hole, or chimney, light came down, but between that place, and the entrance, was a dark spot.  And it was this dark patch that Sue did not want to cross alone.

“I’ll come and get you,” Bunny called, and, a minute later, he and Sue were standing together under the hole in the cave roof.  Some few drops of rain came down this chimney, but by standing back a little way the children could keep nice and dry, and, at the same time, they were not in the dark.

“Isn’t this nice, Sue?” asked Bunny.

“Yes,” she said.  “I like it better here.”

It was a good place for the children to be in out of the storm.  They were far enough back in the cave now so that the wind could not blow on them, and no rain could reach them.  Splash had come this far back into the cave with them, and was sniffing about.

Bunny walked around the light place, and found some boxes and old bags.  In one of the boxes were some pieces of dried bread, and an end of bacon.  There was also a tin pail and a frying pan.  And, off to one side, were some ashes.  Bunny also saw where a pile of bags had been made into a sort of bed.

“Look, Sue,” said the little boy.  “I guess real people used to live in this cave.  Here is where they made their fire, and cooked, and they slept on the pile of bags.  We can sleep there to-night, if daddy doesn’t come after us.”

“But I hope he comes!” exclaimed Sue.

Bunny hoped so, too, but he thought he wouldn’t say so.  He wanted to be brave, and make believe he liked it in the cave.

“I—­I’m thirsty,” said Sue, after a bit.  “I want a drink, Bunny.”

“I’ll give you some of the milk, Sue.  There’s half a bottle of it left.”

“I’d rather have water, Bunny.”

“I don’t guess there’s any water here, Sue,” answered Bunny.

Then he listened to a sound.  It was Splash, lapping up water from somewhere in the cave.  It did not sound very far off.

“There’s water!” Bunny cried.  “Splash has found a spring.  Now I can get you a drink, Sue.  Splash, where is that water?”

Splash barked, and came running to his little master.  Bunny walked to the place from which Splash had come, and there he found a spring of water coming out of the rocky side of the cave.  It fell into a little puddle, and it was from this puddle that Splash had taken his drink.  Bunny held a cup under the little stream of water and got some for Sue.  Then he took a drink himself.