Now, where the current goes there must be a passage, and whilst I was busy this afternoon among the trees over there,"-- he pointed towards the Valley of Death--"it came to me like an inspiration that possibly a few hours' hewing and delving might open a shaft to the ledge.

I have been well rewarded for the effort.

The stuff in the vault is so eaten away by water that it is no more solid than hard mud for the most part.

Already I have scooped out a chimney twelve feet high." "What good can that be ?" "At present we have only a front door--up the face of the rock.

When my work is completed, before tomorrow night I hope, we shall have a back door also.