The hole is below that sharp point you can see against the sky.

I remember it so well.

Saw it when the men had surrounded us, and the captain was making signs." "Keep on, then," whispered Mark.

"Let's get one on each side of the mouth, light our torches, and rush in.

We'll go in side by side, and the men must follow as they can." The march upward in the darkness was resumed almost without a word, but no regular lines could be kept to now, on account of the blocks of stone projecting, rough bushes, and cracks and deep crevices, which became more frequent as they progressed.