He opened his eyes again to see Charley bending over, examining him by the light of a flaring torch.
"What, what was it?" he whispered.
Charley shifted the torch and held it close to a dark figure stretched out on the stone floor.
Its glare lit up a face strangely human, and bearing the apparent mark of centuries in its furrowed features and wrinkled skin.
"A big monkey," gasped Walter in astonishment.
"Yes," said Charley gently, "an old man monkey, old, old, very, very old."
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE ENEMY.
Walter broke into a weak, hysterical laugh, "and I took that for a spirit," he exclaimed. "Well, our mystery is solved now."