Tim too, I thought, was beginning to repent of his venture, and once more said, "We need a light badly." Just then the moon peeped in for a moment through a loophole in one of the shutters, and showed us a bracket on the wall opposite on which stood a candle, and beside it, to our joy, a tinder-box.
"These have not stood here twelve years," said Tim, as he lifted them from their place.

"This is a new candle." And I remembered then the moving lights I had seen not a week ago.
The dim light of the candle gave us some little comfort.

But for safety we kept it closely shaded, lest we should betray ourselves.

At the end of the passage a door stood partly open, and beyond we found ourselves in a large kitchen paved with flagstones, and crowded round the walls and down the middle of the floor with muskets, piled in military fashion in threes and sixes.
Tim's soul swelled within him at the sight; but I confess I was more concerned at the gloomy aspect of the great chamber, and the general sense of horror that seemed to hang over the whole place.
"Begorrah, it was worth coming for!" said Tim, as he crouched down examining the lock of one specially bright weapon.
Suddenly he started to his feet and extinguished the candle.

"Whisht!" he exclaimed, "there's a step." We stood like statues, not even daring to breathe.