At last he stood still, and called Pentaur to come to him.
"Hereabouts," said he, "the cave must be; keep close to me--it is possible that we may come upon some of the pioneer's people.

Provisions and fuel were always kept here in his father's time.

Can you see me?
Hold on to my girdle, and bend your head low till I tell you you may stand upright again.

Keep your axe ready, we may find some of the Cheta or bandits roosting there.

You people must wait, we will soon call you to come under shelter." Pentaur closely followed his guide, pushing his way through the dripping brushwood, crawling through a low passage in the rock, and at last emerging on a small rocky plateau.
"Take care where you are going!" cried Kaschta.