That night he did not sleep at all, but sat until day-break, with a loaded gun across his knees, and another one lying on the ground beside him.
When Miss Markham emerged from the rude tent the next morning, and came out into the bright light of day, the first thing she saw was her brother Ralph, who looked as if he had been sweeping a chimney or cleaning out an ash-hole.
"What on earth has happened to you!" she cried.

"How did you get yourself so covered with dirt and ashes ?" "I got up ever so long ago," he replied, "and as the captain is asleep over there, and there was nobody to talk to, I thought I would go and try to find the back of his head"-- pointing to the stone face above them.
"But he hasn't any.

He is a sham." "What do you mean ?" asked his sister.
"You see, Edna," said the boy, "I thought I would try if I could find any more faces, and so I got a bit of stone, and scratched away some of the burnt vines that had not fallen, and there I found an open place in the rock on this side of the face.

Step this way, and you can see it.

It's like a narrow doorway.