Also, the bats continually flew into my face and clung to my hair, and I have a great dislike of bats.

At last, after some minutes of jerking and dangling, I found myself standing in a narrow passage by the side of the worthy Ali, covered with bats and perspiration, and with the skin rubbed off my knees and knuckles.

Then another man came down, hand over hand like a sailor, and as the rest were told to stop above we were ready to go on.

Ali went first with his candle--of course we each had a candle--leading the way down a long passage about five feet high.

At length the passage widened out, and we were in the tomb-chamber: I think the hottest and most silent place that I ever entered.