There were two recesses in opposite sides of the cave. The larger one of these was occupied by Lightfoot as a sleeping apartment. The other, which was much smaller, Black Bill made use of for the same purpose.
From these two recesses, the captain had everything removed, in order that he might subject them to a careful examination.
But with no better success than before.
He tried his voice here, as in other parts of the cavern, but the walls gave back no unusual echoes.
He was completely baffled, and, placing his lamp on the table, he sat down on one of the seats, to meditate on what course next to pursue.
Lightfoot and Bill soon after, at his request, retired.
He had been seated, he could not tell how long, with his head resting on his hands, when he was aroused by a yell more fearful, if possible, even than the groan that had so alarmed him on the previous night.
The yell was repeated in the same horrible and mysterious manner that the groan had been.
Flint sprang to his feet while the echoes were still ringing in his ears, and rushed to the sleeping apartment, first, to that of the Indian woman, and then, to that of the negro.
They both seemed to be sound asleep, to all appearance, utterly unconscious of the fearful racket that was going on around them.