The entrance of the cave was some thirty feet wide, and of about the same height.
They had not gone in more than two or three hundred yards, however, before they found themselves in a very circumscribed space. At the same time, they noticed that the cave seemed no longer to have been the work of nature, but of a human skill that struck them, under the circumstances, as decidedly uncanny.
The sides and roof of the rock had been smoothed until they glistened in the light of the lanterns, while the floor was paved with regularly laid blocks of different-colored stone that had the appearance of veined marble.
This was not all. On the smooth walls were engraved pictures of battles between warriors in the garb of Indians of long ago, intermingled with representations of strange animals which might have belonged to another world.
“Gee! This kind of thing gives me the willies!” exclaimed Patsy. “Look ahead there! What’s that?”
He was pointing to a sort of stone table. On it lay the body of a man without a head!
CHAPTER III.
THE WITCH DOCTOR.
It was a grisly object to be encountered so unexpectedly, and, as the light of the lanterns flickered upon it, Patsy’s overwrought imagination made him think it was preparing to get up.
“Gee! I wish I was out of this!” ejaculated Patsy involuntarily.