"Come in--sit down! The Kelpie's Pool is out of the glen, but they say that there's a bogle wons here, too." They sat down upon the rocky floor strewn with dead leaves.

Through the dropped curtain they saw the world brokenly; the light in the cave was sunken and dim, the air cold.

Ian drew his shoulders together.
"Here's a grand place for robbers, wraiths, or dragons!" "Robbers, wraiths, or dragons, or just quiet dead leaves and ourselves.

Look here--!" He showed a heap of short fagots in a corner.
"I put these here the last time I came." Dragging them into the middle of the rock chamber, he swept up with them the dead leaves, then took from a great pouch that he carried on his rambles a box with flint and steel.

He struck a spark upon dry moss and in a moment had a fire.