There's an opening sixty or seventy feet above the ground.
I took your man's lantern when he dropped it and entered.

There's a stairway, leading down to a deep, square well, and there's something beyond the well, although I don't know what.

I stayed in there until your army went away.

Before that I had been for two or three days on top of the pyramid, where a little water palm gave up its life to save me." Almonte regarded him with wonder.
"I am not superstitious myself--that is, not unnecessarily so," he said, "but yours must be a lucky star.

After all that, you should have escaped, and your present capture must be a mere delay.