'I can go down the ladder we made, but it mightn't bear a man.' Dick went below and lit a couple of candles.

Nothing had been touched in the drive, and he peeped into the shaft and saw that the loose dirt there was as he left it.

Harry joined him in a few minutes and McKnight followed.

The men came down on the boys' curious ladder, but with a rope about their waists, paid out from above.

Downy was the last to go below, Peterson remaining on the surface to keep the crowd back from the entrance.
McKnight seized a candle, crawled to the extremity of Dick's diminishing drive, and examined the place curiously.
'It's right,' he cried, 'right as the bank.