At the same time gleams of light began to flicker on the granite walls at the angles of the path, showing that something strange was happening at the opening of the grotto.
"I believe those scoundrels are smoking us out," exclaimed Montbar.
"I fear so," replied Adler.
"They think we are foxes." "Oh!" replied the same voice, "they shall know by our claws that we are lions." The smoke became thicker and thicker, the light more and more vivid.
They turned the last corner.

A pile of dried wood had been lighted in the quarry about fifty feet from the entrance, not for the smoke, but for the light it gave.

By the blaze of that savage flame the weapons of the dragoons could be seen gleaming at the entrance of the grotto.
Ten steps in advance of the men stood an officer, waiting.

He was leaning on his carbine, not only exposed to attack, but apparently courting it.

It was Roland.