Inside Chester struck a match.
"Look out!" cried Colonel Anderson. "Want to get us all shot?"
"We've got to see where we are going," said Chester.
The glare of a match showed them a room to the right of the hall. Chester led the way in, still holding the match above his head. On the stand in the center of the room was a big lamp. Chester lighted it.
"Evidently," he said, "this is the same light we saw when we came up."
The three now pulled themselves close to a fire that glowed softly in an open fireplace and made themselves comfortable.
"We might as well get a little sleep," said Chester. "Anderson, you take first watch. Call me in two hours. I'm going to sleep here."
He closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly again. He had heard a slight noise.
Stepping quickly across to a table at the far end of the room, he stooped down and, thrusting his revolver under the table, called:
"Come out!"