"Here, boys, you stop here.

You are not armed," he added with a sneering laugh.
"I only wish we had your father's cutlasses here, Sep," whispered Bob, "and we'd show them." We stood back as the man went first with the lantern, closely followed by the lieutenant with his drawn sword; and we waited as the last disappeared in the opening, fully expecting to hear shots fired.
But all was perfectly still, and Bigley was creeping slowly nearer and nearer to the opening when Bob Chowne made a rush.
"Here, you chaps get all the fun," he exclaimed.

"I shall go in and see." The two sentries laughed, for they were big brown good-tempered looking fellows, and in we all three went, to find ourselves in quite a long rugged passage, running upward and opening into a big hollow at the end, where the lantern was being used to peer in all directions, till it was evident that nothing was there.
"We're in the wrong hole," said the officer.

"Now, my lads, forward!" He went sharply out into the daylight again, to where the two sentries were on guard, and entered quickly, passing through the dripping water closely followed by his men.
But there was not room for all, and he backed out directly.
"There's nothing here," he cried angrily.
"Try the other hole," said Bob, running to where we had found the narrow opening behind an outlying buttress of rock.
Bob stepped in first this time, the lieutenant following, and then the man with the lantern.
"Bravo, boy!" cried the lieutenant; "this is the place.

Rather awkward, but here we are.