The mere motion caused the horrid pile to disintegrate and relapse into a heap of gray dust.
Ages had passed since these bones had been deposited there, as this very action would attest.
“Come away,” said Frank, with a shiver. “Let’s find our way out of here.”
Together they passed by the heap of moldering bones.
A deep, arched passage lay before them. It was not a long one, and suddenly came to an end in a startling manner.
A huge iron gate made of transverse bars confronted them.
It was a ponderous affair, and there were huge bolts to hold it shut.
It did not seem as if they could ever hope to pass through it.
“My soul, we are badly stuck!” cried Tony. “We’ll never get out of here alive, Frank.”
Frank looked aghast.