There were too many jutting crags, too many unsuspected, black holes that led back--no one knew just where.
Honey led the way to an irregular circle of waterwashed cobbles and Bud peered down fifty feet to another dry, gravelly bottom seemingly a duplicate of the upper surface.

She rode on past other caves, and let him look down into other holes.

There were faint rumblings in some of these, but in none was there any water showing save in stagnant pools in the rock where the rain had fallen.
"There's one cave I like to go into," said Honey at last.

"It's a little farther on, but we have time enough.

There's a spring inside, and we can eat our sandwiches.