I can beat that all hollow through a megaphone, and then not half try." So the chauffeur started up, and they were soon moving along the rough road that had once, no doubt, been kept in repair, when the heavy wagons carried out the building stone quarried from the hillside, but which was now in a pretty bad shape.
Two minutes afterwards and the road took them directly alongside the quarry dump, where the excavated earth had been thrown.

They could now see the cliff rising up alongside.

It looked strangely bleak, for, of all things, there can hardly be a more desolate sight than an abandoned stone-quarry, where the weeds and thistles have grown up, and puddles of water abound.
Of course, the boys all stared, as they slowly wound along the road in full view of the entire panorama that was being unrolled before their eyes.

They noted how in places there seemed to be deep fissures along the abrupt face of the high cliff.

These looked like caves, and some of them might be of considerable extent, judging from their appearance.
"If this great old place chanced to be nearer town," said K.K., managing to get a quick glimpse, although, as a rule, he needed all his attention riveted on the rough road he was trying to follow, "I reckon some of the fellows would have high times exploring those same holes in the hill." "It's just as well then it's as far distant as happens to be the case," Hugh told him; "because the doctors in Scranton would have broken arms and legs galore to practice on.