The guides lighted long wax tapers, and they entered the dark, ill-ventilated passage leading into the great pile of masonry.
"Whew!" said Dan. "I don't wonder mummies have that dark-brown color, if they have baked in this oven a few hundred years. Guide, is there any one in here except our party?"
"No. Why?"
"I saw two men, I thought, in one of those passages to the right."
"It's nothing but a mummy ghost," suggested a shipmate.
All at once they emerged into a great high-domed chamber, the walls of which were covered with strange carvings.
"What station is this?" questioned Dan.
"The King's Chamber," replied the guide.
"What is the King's name?" he asked.
"Not know. Dead maybe two thousand years."