I saw the faint light gleam upon her beautiful face and glitter down the silver ornaments of her dress.

Very wild and strange she looked in that huge vault, seen thus for a single moment, then seen no more, for presently where the flame had been was but a red spark, and then nothing at all.
"Stop still till we come back to you," cried Oliver, "and shout at intervals." "Yes, sir," said Quick, and instantly let off a fearful yell, which echoed backward and forward across the vault till I was quite bewildered.
"All right, coming," answered Oliver, and his voice sounded so far to the left that Quick thought it wise to yell again.
To cut a long story short, we next heard him on our right and then behind us.
"Can't trust sounds here, sir, echoes are too uncertain," said the Sergeant; "but come on, I think I've placed them now," and calling to _them_ not to move, we headed in what we were sure was the right direction.
The end of that adventure was that presently I tripped up over a skeleton and found myself lying half stunned amidst trays of treasure, affectionately clasping a skull under the impression that it was Quick's boot.
He hauled me up again somehow, and, as we did not know what to do, we sat down amidst the dead and listened.

By now the others were apparently so far off that the sound of Oliver's calling only reached us in faint, mysterious notes that came from we knew not whence.
"As, like idiots, we started in such a hurry that we forgot to bring any matches with us, there is nothing to be done, except wait," I said.

"No doubt in due course those Abati will get over their fear of ghosts and come to look for us." "Wish I could do the same, sir.

I didn't mind those deaders in the light, but the dark's a different matter.