Give orders to your men quietly, and I'll do so to mine.

Then we'll throw the torches in at them with all our might, and give a shout, and retreat as if we were beaten." "And stop on each side of the mouth to catch them as they pursue us," said Mark excitedly, catching at the idea.

"That's it." The next moment they were hurrying from man to man, who heard them sulkily, growling and panting in their rage.

But they obeyed their leaders' orders, getting their remaining links well ablaze, the holders forming in front, and the rest quietly and quickly filing out by the other end of the chamber.
"Now!" shouted Ralph suddenly.

"In with them." There was a rush of light, and the fiery missiles flew in through the opening, falling amongst the defenders, and leaving the chamber in comparative darkness, amidst which was heard the quick tramping of feet, mingled with the yells of rage from the defenders.
The next minute, with Mark and Ralph coming last, all were outside the mouth of the cavern, grouped in two parties, with presented weapons, breathing the soft, cool night air, and waiting for the attack of their foes.
Sound after sound came from the opening, but not such as they longed with bated breath to hear.