He struck upon his back upon some soft substance.
How far he had dropped he had no means of knowing.
All was darkness about him. He was quickly upon his feet, and began to feel about him.
The substance he had fallen upon he discovered by touch was a pile of some sort of soft cloth-covered cushions. The Celt was more than surprised.
“Begorra, whereiver am I at all, at all?” he spluttered. “Phwat sort av a place is this, I’d loike to know?”
This was a question not easily answered owing to the dense gloom which enshrouded it.
As soon as he could collect his scattered senses Barney got upon his feet and strove to pierce the gloom about him.
Fortunately he had a small taper in his pocket.
This he lit and its light displaced the gloom about him.
Then he saw that he was in a square chamber of stone.