Presently he got to work with his teeth.
“This will be a good, long job,” he said, pausing. “Some sailor put on this rope, and the easiest way to get it off is to chew it in two.”
“All right,” answered Nick.
After half an hour of hard labor, Nick pulled his hands apart and brought them around in front of him.
“Now for a little light,” said he.
Sitting upon the stone floor, he brought out his little pocket lamp—which was one of the things he always carried with him—and pressed the spring that released the electric current.
A shaft of bright light pierced the gloom.
Nick flashed the gleam slowly around.
He and his assistant saw that they were in a vaulted chamber, perhaps a dozen feet square.