"I wonder none of the rest of you happened to notice the same.

It made me think that some person might be in one of those holes we saw in the face of the wall--caves, the natives call them, Horatio says.

As this was somewhat deep only a tiny bit of illumination escaped, and you could just detect that when at a certain angle.

Stop short, now, and see for yourselves, for there it is again!" Thrilled to the bone they stood and gaped.

Hugh was pointing with his disengaged hand, half holding the lantern back of him so that its glow might not further interfere with their view.
"You're right, Hugh; that's surely what it is," agreed Thad, almost immediately; and each of the other three went on record with a corresponding affirmative.
"Then the next thing for us to do is to find some way of climbing up to that same fissure," the leader explained, showing that he meant to lose no time in trying to open negotiations with the unknown denizens of the quarry, whose actions were becoming more and more mysterious as time passed.
"Which means that we're going to beard the tiger in his den," quoth Owen, gripping his gun more firmly as he edged a little closer to Hugh; for since he was the only member of the expedition who could be said to possess a weapon it was proper that he should be found in the van at such a crisis.
They walked on, not hastily, and showing no outward sign of the tumult that must have raged in each boyish heart.