"But I don't feel disposed to stop here now.

Let's get back home." "Yes," said Mike, with a sigh, "let's get back home;" and, after setting up a fresh bit of candle, they started for the inner cave, ascended the slope, and made their way along the black passage to the spot where they put out and hid their lanthorn.
This done, with the caution taught by the desire to keep their hiding-place secret, Vince stepped softly on to the opening, and was about to pass along to the end, but he paused to peer out through the briars to see if all was right, and the next moment he stood there as if turned to stone.

Mike crept up to him and touched his shoulder, feeling sure from his companion's fixed attitude that something must be wrong.
The answer to his touch was the extension of Vince's hand, and he pointed upward and toward the side of the deep rift.
Mike turned his head softly, and gazed in the indicated direction.

For some moments he could see nothing for the briars and ferns; but at last he bent a trifle more forward, and his fists clenched, for there, upon one of the stones beside the entrance to their cave, with his hand shading his eyes, and staring upward apparently at the ridge, was Carnach junior.
"Spying after us," said Mike to himself; "and he does not know that we are close to his feet.".