Here, thought I, is the perfect hiding-place.

Before going farther I resolved to return for food.

It was not very easy descending, and I slipped the last twenty feet, landing on my head in a soft patch of screes.

At the burnside I filled my flask from the whisky bottle, and put half a loaf, a tin of sardines, a tin of tongue, and a packet of chocolate in my waterproof pockets.

Laden as I was, it took me some time to get up again, but I managed it, and stored my belongings in a corner of the cave.