Oh! what nonsense I am talking--for how can such things be?
Let us get out and think." So we crept from the sepulchre in which the perfumed air had begun to oppress us and sat ourselves down upon the floor of the cave, where for a while we remained silent.
"I am very thirsty," said Bastin presently.

"Those smells seem to have dried me up.

I am going to get some tea--I mean water, as unfortunately there is no tea," and he set off towards the mouth of the cave.
We followed him, I don't quite know why, except that we wished to breathe freely outside, also we knew that the sepulchre and its contents would be as safe as they had been for--well, how long?
It proved to be a beautiful morning outside.

We walked up and down enjoying it sub-consciously, for really our--that is Bickley's and my own--intelligences were concentrated on that sepulchre and its contents.
Where Bastin's may have been I do not know, perhaps in a visionary teapot, since I was sure that it would take him a day or two to appreciate the significance of our discoveries.

At any rate, he wandered off, making no remarks about them, to drink water, I suppose.
Presently he began to shout to us from the end of the table-rock and we went to see the reason of his noise.