Inside was a kind of central hall with three rudely-constructed chambers leading out of it.

A pile of rough stones in front seemed to point to further chambers.
"That part's never been explored yet," said Mr.Broughten.

"Some of us want to tackle it some day, if we can get permission, but it's a big job.

You don't want to bring the barrow down on your head, and be buried in the ruins! I never think the roof looks too secure," he added easily, poking at the stones above with his stick.
The girls, aghast at the notion of a possible subsidence, made a hasty exit to the open air, and hovered near the entrance in much agitation of mind till the rest of the party made a safe reappearance.

Their conductor, with a side glance at the bunch of flowers--which Quenrede ignored--made some reference to the Giant King stone and his whispering companions: he was evidently well versed in all old traditions, though he refrained from mentioning local practices.