The place was solemn, grim, gaunt, and moldering, and echoed strangely; but it was empty.

He halloed to his companion that it was all right.

Then they set the forge up near a pillar at the entrance into the chancel.

When they had done this, and brought in the steel laths, the sacks of coals, etc., Cheetham produced a flask, and took a pull of neat brandy.

This gave him courage, and he proposed to have a look round before they went.