"There ought to be a trap-door covered with stones leading down a place like a well." "Yes; that's what we've come down." "No, no, another.

I think it was down here." He stamped his foot on the loose stones, and then uttered a cry of joy, for there was a curious hollow sound, and on stooping down he pulled away some of the great shaley fragments, and laid bare a rough plank with a bolt partly visible.
"Right! Got 'em at last," cried Gurr.

"Clear off more stones, my lads.
No; stop!" he said.
"Yes, I know what you are thinking, Mr Gurr," said Archy.

"The men couldn't have shut themselves in there." "Course not, my lad.

But you are right, that's the way down to their curiosity shop, and they're hiding in this hole here." Then, thrusting in his head, and holding on by the rugged stones, he shouted into the hollow passage,-- "Now then, my lads, out you come!" A pause.
"D'yer hear?
The game's up, and if you don't come out quietly, we shall have to fetch you out on the rough." Still no reply.
"Come, come, my lads, no nonsense! Surrender.