"Martin, are you there? Are you safe?"
"Indeed!" says I. "And, Damaris, I have found you treasure beyond price."
"O Martin, is it Bartlemy's treasure—the jewels?"
"Better than that a thousand times. I have found you a real cooking-pot!"
"O wonderful! Show me! Nay, let me see for myself. Come and aid me up, Martin."
Setting down my candle I crawled back where she stood all eager impatience, and clasping her hands in mine, drew her up and on hands and knees brought her into the cave.
"Here's a goodly place, comrade!" says I.
"Yes, Martin."
"With a ladder to come and go by, this should make you a noble bedchamber."
"Never!" says she. "O never!"