“No, no, sir,” cried one of them; “it’s on’y me.”
“Mr Gurr! Here!” cried Archy. “Where are you?”
“At last. Where were you, then?”
“On the stones, half stunned,” cried Archy. “Here, all get together and follow me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Make for the trap-door—sharp! They’re fighting there.”
“Oh, dear, who’d have thought it was this way!” grumbled the master. “Talk about blind man’s buff! Sure you’re going right, lad? Shall I fire a pistol to make a flash?”
“No; I know.”
“Hah!” cried Gurr, as an echoing bang ran through the great cavern. “Bravo, bo’s’n!”
The bang was followed by a heavy rattling sound perfectly familiar to Archy, as he hurried the master along to the foot of the slope.