At last, when ready to drop from fatigue, he heard his companion say:
"We've struck it!"
A few shovelfuls more laid bare a broad flat stone. This they pried up, but it required all their strength to lift and stand it on edge. Just below, they saw a flight of steps. They were slippery with wet and they looked very old, as if worn, ages ago, by many feet passing up and down them.
Taffy shrunk back, as a draught of the close, dead air struck his nostrils.
"Come on, and don't be afraid. I'm going to make you rich," said the sorcerer.
At this, Taffy's eyes glistened, and he followed on down the steps, without saying a word. At the bottom of the descent, they entered a narrow passage, and finally came to a door.
"Now, I'll ask you. Are you brave, and will you come in with me, if I open this door?"
By this time, Taffy was so eager for treasure, that he spoke up at once.
"I'm not afraid. Open the door."
The sorcerer gave a jerk and the door flew open. What a sight!