Signor Polani, this is no fisherman's meal.

Either these men expect visitors of a much higher degree than themselves, or your daughters are somewhere close.
"Oh! there is a door." "It can lead nowhere," Polani said.

"The sand is piled up to the roof on that side of the house." "It is," Francis agreed; "but there may be a lower room there, completely covered with the sand.

At any rate, we will see." He pushed against the door, but it did not give in the slightest.
"It may be the sand," he said.

"It may be bolts." He went to the outside door, and called in the sailors with the hatchets.
"Break open that door," he said.
"There is a space behind," he exclaimed, as the first blow was given.
"It is hollow, I swear.