"Come along. Follow me, Jack."
"Trot on," said young Harkaway. "I'm after you."
They both scrambled through the hole, and when they were upon the other side, they replaced the stone.
And this done, the cell wore its original aspect.
Their way now lay down a rugged flight of steps, roughly cut in the solid earth.
The greatest care was necessary to avoid stumbling.
At length Harry Girdwood came to a standstill.
"Jack," he said, in a whisper,
"Here."
"Keep close now."