Perhaps the owner of it had been searching for Adwanko's money; but why he left his lantern and waistcoat behind him remains a mystery.
Our chief care was now for Rufus.

We made a litter of poles and spruce boughs, and as gently as we could carried the sufferer through the woods down to the wagons, and slowly drove him home.

Seven or eight weeks passed before he was able to walk again, even with the aid of a crutch.
Our plan of exploring the Den had been wholly overshadowed.

We even forgot the luncheon baskets; and no one thought of ascertaining what the blast had accomplished.

When we went up to the cave some months later we found that the blast had done very little; it had moved the rock slightly, but not enough to open the passage; and so it remains to this day.