Both were soon inside it.

It was a sort of grotto they had discovered; and, crouching within it, they could laugh to scorn the storm that still came pouring from above; the stones, as they passed close to their faces, hissing and hurtling like aerolites.
The rocky rain at length ended.

The Indians had evidently come to the conclusion that it was either barren in result, or must have effectually performed the purpose intended by it, and for a short time there was silence above and below.
They who were hidden in the shaft might have supposed that their persecutors, satisfied at what they had accomplished, were returning to the plain, and had retired from the spot.
Hamersley did think so; but Walt, an old prairie man, more skilled in the Indian character, could not console himself with such a fancy.
"Ne'er a bit o' it," he whisperingly said to his companion.

"They ain't agoin' to leave us that easy--not if Horned Lizard be amongst 'em.
They'll either stay thar till we climb out agin, or try to smoke us.

Ye may take my word for it, Frank, thar's some'ut to come yet.