"Bless my almanac!" cried Mr. Damon. "Where?"
"Here," answered Tom. "If you squeeze past me you can see them."
Mr. Damon did so.
"How did they get here?" asked the odd man, as he looked down in the little valley where the missing ones were sequestered.
"That's what we've got to find out," Tom said. "At any rate here they are, and they seem to be enjoying life while we've been worrying as to what had become of them. How did they get here, Masni?"
"Me show you. Come."
"Wait until I take another look," said Tom.
"Be careful they don't see you," cautioned Mr. Damon.
"They can't very well. The cleft is screened by bushes."
Tom looked down once more on the group of men who had so mysteriously disappeared. The little valley stretched out away from the face of the cliff, through which, by means of the crack, or cleft in it, Tom and the others had come. Tom looked down the wall of rock. It was as smooth as the side of a building, and offered no means of getting down or up. Doubtless there was an easier entrance to the valley on the other side. It was like looking down into some vast hall through an upper window or from a balcony.