There is death down here.

Come with me!" The shadow of the big building shrouded them as they approached.

Howland could make out that it was built of massive logs and that there seemed to be neither door nor window on their side.

And yet when Jean hesitated for an instant before a blotch of gloom that was deeper than the others, he knew that they had come to an entrance.

Croisset advanced softly, sniffing the air suspiciously with his thin nostrils, and listening, with Howland so close to him that their shoulders touched.