"Hurry! hurry! They know place." All began to run.
After a battle to make way at all, we came to a slope of loose, small stones and vine and fern.

This we climbed, passed behind a jagged mass of rock, and found a cavern.

A flash lit it for us, then another and another.

At mouth it might be twenty feet across, was deep and narrowed like a funnel.

Panting, we threw ourselves on the cave floor.
The storm prevailed through the rest of this day and far into the night.
"_Hurricane!_" said the Cubans.