"I don't think we will give up the caves just yet.

I, for one, most certainly want to go in there again." And then he told the story of the stone mound which he had discovered.
"And you believe," cried Mrs.Cliff, leaning forward, "that it is really the tomb of an ancient king ?" "If it isn't that, I don't know what it can be," said the captain.
"The grave of a king!" cried Ralph.

"A mummy! With inscriptions and paintings! Oh, captain, let's go open it this minute, before those blackies get back." The captain shook his head.

"Don't be in such a hurry," he said.

"It will not be an easy job to open that mound, and we shall need the help of the blackies, as you call them, if we do it at all." "Do it at all!" cried Ralph.