"Right."
"Nearer. Lend me a hand here. That's it. Now help me to raise the stone here."
"Are you sure you are right?"
"Certain."
"Why?"
"This is exactly the position of the stone we have to lift away that old Dougherty describes in his plan."
Young Jack said no more, but lent his aid, and together they shifted the stone from its place.
Then daylight peeped into their dark hiding-place.
There was something leaning against the opening.
They pushed it aside, and stepping over a pile of sacks, found themselves in a covered shed overlooking the sea.