"Two thousand years? He must have known our boatswain," said Hickey solemnly.
The others began asking questions, and Dan, walking to the other side of the chamber, began examining the inscriptions on the walls. He was standing near a corridor when suddenly he became conscious of a shadow coming between himself and the light. He started, then peered into the long corridor.
"What are you looking for?" demanded Sam, who had come up behind Dan at that moment.
"I think there is some one out there," he replied. "I saw shadows again."
"Do you really think some of those old kings are nosing around here?"
Dan laughed softly.
"I'll risk their getting out. I think some of our fellows are playing tricks on us. What do you say to our turning the tables on them? We'll hide in the corridor, and give them a scare when they creep up to see where we are."
Davis and Hickey crept along on their hands and knees, chuckling softly over the scare they were about to give their mates.
"Sh-h-h-h," warned Dan suddenly, in a low voice. "I heard something."
"Was—was it the boys?"