With these words, Dick and the Yankee felt their way along until they came to the passage leading from the vault.
Having once found it, they boldly entered and walked softly along.
They kept on for fully five minutes, and then it occurred to Dick that they ought to have entered the magic chamber by this time.
He produced a match from his pocket and struck it.
To his astonishment he found himself in a small, open square, with four passages branching off in different directions.
By the flickering light of the match in his companion’s hand the Yankee saw a torch lying upon the floor.
Stooping down, he picked it up and lighted it.
“Now, I guess we will be able ter find ther way,” said he.
“I guess so. Ah! what have we here?” exclaimed Dick, pointing to a smooth rock, upon which were several inscriptions.
Haypole held the torch nearer, and they saw a long column of names engraved upon the rock.