In one corner there was a rude cupboard with some stone and metal vessels.

Here, too, were the few domestic utensils of the dead Keeper.
In another were several locked coffers on which I could make no impression.

There were the treasure-chests too, but they held nothing save treasure, and gold and diamonds were no manner of use to me.
Other odds and ends I found--spears, a few skins, and a broken and notched axe.

I took the axe in case there might be cutting to do.
Then at the back of a bin my hand struck something which brought the blood to my face.

It was a rope, an old one, but still in fair condition and forty or fifty feet long.