"Keep to the left, to the right there is a deep abyss.

I smell smoke! Keep your hand on your axe, there must be some one in the cave.

Wait! I will fetch the men as far as this." The soldier went back, and Pentaur listened for any sounds that might come from the same direction as the smoke.

He fancied he could perceive a small gleam of light, and he certainly heard quite plainly, first a tone of complaint, then an angry voice; he went towards the light, feeling his way by the wall on his left; the light shone broader and brighter, and seemed to issue from a crack in a door.
By this time the soldier had rejoined Pentaur, and both listened for a few minutes; then the poet whispered to his guide: "They are speaking Egyptian, I caught a few words." "All the better," said Kaschta.

"Paaker or some of his people are in there; the door is there still, and shut.