"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the young man, "That is very good of them, good people that they are! Well, I see with pleasure that the Jesuits make good pupils as well in America as in Europe. The plan is very ingenious."
Tyro did not answer. He was in the act of removing with a pickaxe a slight layer of earth, under which soon appeared a trapdoor. The Indian lifted it up.
"Come, master," said he.
"The devil!" murmured the young man, with some hesitation, "Am I going to be buried alive?"
The Indian had already disappeared in the opening left gaping by the removal of the trapdoor.
"Come," said the young man, "there is no time to hesitate."
He leant over the hole, perceived the first steps of a ladder, and boldly descended into the cave, where Tyro awaited him, the sebo being held towards him, to give him light, and prevent a false step.
This cavern was rather large and high, and completely furnished with palm mats to absorb the moisture. All the baggage of the young man had been brought here, and was ranged with care.
A washing stand, a couch, a table, and a hammock, hung in a corner, completed the simple furniture of the place.
Several candles and a lamp were placed on the table.