Perhaps he fell in between them barrels down there." The two evidently searched thoroughly, the rays of the lantern dancing wildly about, while Hobart savagely cursed his companion, and reiterated his belief that no man could ever take that plunge, and escape unhurt.
"It couldn't be done, I tell you; maybe he could crawl, but that would be all.

Why he went down head first; I saw him go out the window, and that drop would daze a cat.

Say, Shorty, maybe the stiff dropped down into this cellar-way.

Let's take a look." The light streamed in through the narrow opening, and some one scrambled cautiously down the rotted steps.

West, drawing himself securely back behind the protection of his barrel, saw the lantern thrust forward, and a face behind it peering in the shadows.