Leaving Higgs to watch the blocked passage, a somewhat superfluous task, since the fire without was our best watchman, the rest of us threaded our way up the cave, following the telephone wire which poor Quick had laid on the night of the blowing-up of the god Harmac, till we came to what had been our headquarters during the digging of the mine.

Into the room which was Oliver's, whence we had escaped with so much difficulty after that event, we could not enter because of the transom that blocked the doorway.

Still, there were plenty of others at hand in the old temple, although they were foul with the refuse of the bats that wheeled about us in thousands, for these creatures evidently had some unknown access to the open air.

One of these rooms had served as our store-chamber, and after a few rough preparations we assigned it to Maqueda.
"Friends," she said, as she surveyed its darksome entrance, "it looks like the door of a tomb.

Well, in the tomb there is rest, and rest I must have.