along—it reminded me of a giant's face. Now, you can't see that rock that way only from here."
"Perhaps you are right, Dave. I must confess I am all mixed up," and Roger sighed.
"We can try it for a little distance," said Abe Blower. "Then, if we won't see anything we remember seein' before, we can come back to this place."
"But our torches" began the senator's son.
"We'll use one at a time—that will make 'em last," said Dave.
This was considered a good suggestion, and all but one of the flaming lights were extinguished. Then they walked down the passageway as quickly as safety permitted.
"I—I don't see anything that looks like what I saw before," said Roger, after a bit. "The rocks look all alike to me."
"An' to me," returned the old miner, and there was something of hopelessness in his tones.
But they kept on. Dave had the torch and was ahead, with the others close at his heels. The single torch gave but an uncertain light and cast grotesque shadows on all sides.
"Look!" cried our hero, a little later.
He pointed to a series of small stones resting on the floor of the cavern. They were somewhat in the form of a circle, with a large stone in the center.
