The kindling of the fire was not long delayed, the dry splinters of wood scraped together by the Thugs soon blazed up, and for the first time Myra saw her visitors.
She saw, too, the strong man on the floor, and in all her life the girl had never seen such a pair of wolfish eyes.
“Why, this place is inhabited!” suddenly cried Deadly Dan. “There’s a cot, a stool, and clothes hanging on the wall. By my life, Tom, I believe we’ve invaded the boy’s den.”
“Ah! there’s a bed, too.”
“Whar?—thet’s what I want just now. Whar’s a nest?”
“In yon corner.”
Tom Terror uttered a cry of joy, and essayed to crawl forward.
But at that moment a voice rung through the cavern and startled every one.
“Stay where you are, or I’ll let firelight into your skulls. The limbs of a murderer shall never pollute the cot where I sleep.”