<h2>CHAPTER XXVII<br/> <span class="f8">ENTRANCE TO THE CAVERN</span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">One</span> night, when I had got down a considerable
depth into the rock, I took the pick to loosen
out some stone which I had drilled. As I
struck, the sound of the rock was hollower than I had
before noticed. My heart leaped into my mouth, and I
had to pause. Then I struck again harder, and the
sound was more hollow still. Whether or no it was the
place I was looking for, there was some cave in the
rock below me. I would have gone on working straightway
had there been anyone with me; but being alone I
had to be careful. I was now standing on, evidently,
only a layer of rock, over an opening of whose depth I
was in ignorance. Should this piece of stone break away,
as was quite possible from my working on it, I might
be precipitated into a living tomb. The very secrecy in
which I had kept my work, might tend to insure my
death. Therefore I made all preparation for such a
casualty. Henceforth I worked with round my waist
a short rope the other end of which was fastened to a
heavy staple in the wall. Even if the rock should give
way underneath me, a foot or two would limit my fall.
This precaution taken, I worked more furiously than
ever. With a large hammer I struck the rock at the
bottom of the shaft, again and again, with all my might.
Then I heard a dull sound of something rattling below
me; the top of the cave was falling in. I redoubled my<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</SPAN></span>
efforts; and all at once a whole mass of rock sunk beneath
my hammer and disappeared into a black chasm
which sent up a whiff of cold air. I had seized my rope
to scramble out, fearing asphyxiation; but when I smelled
salt water I did not fear. Then I knew that I had got an
opening into a sea cave of some sort. I stuck to my
work till I had hammered an irregular hole some three
feet square. Then I came up to rest and think. I lowered
a rope with a stone at the end, and found that the depth
was some thirty feet. The stone had gone into water
before it touched bottom. I could hear the “plop” as it
struck the surface. As I thought it better not to descend
by myself, lest there should be any danger of returning,
I spent the rest of my stay for that evening in rigging
up a pulley in the roof over the hole so that I might
be lowered down when the time should come. Then I
went home, for I feared lest the fascinating temptation to
make the descent at once would overcome me.</p>
<p>After breakfast I rode over to Crom, and when I was
alone with Marjory told her of my discovery. She was
wild with excitement, and I rejoiced to find that this
new pleasure drew us even closer together. We agreed
that she should come to help me; it would not do to
take any one else into our confidence, and she would
not hear of my going down into the cave alone. In order
to avoid comment we thought it better that she should
come late in the evening. The cave being dark, it was of
course immaterial whether day or night was appointed
for the experiment. Then it was, I could not help it, that
I said to her:</p>
<p>“You see now the wisdom of our being married. We
can go where we like; and if we should be found out
no one can say a word!” She said nothing; there was
nothing to say. We decided that she had better slip out,
as she had done before, in the footman’s dress. I went<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</SPAN></span>
off and made preparation for her coming, bringing in
food for supper and plenty of candles and matches and
lamps and rope; for we did not know how long the exploration
might take.</p>
<p>A little before nine o’clock I met her as before in the
wood. She changed her livery coat for the flannel one,
and we rode off to Whinnyfold. We got into the house
without being noticed.</p>
<p>When I took her down to the cellar and turned into
the hole the reflector of the strong lamp, she held on to
me with a little shiver. The opening did certainly look
grim and awesome. The black rock was slimy with sea
moisture, and the rays of the light were lost far below
in the gloom. I told her what she would have to do in
lowering me down, and explained the rude mechanism
which I had constructed. She was, I could see, a little
nervous with the responsibility; and was anxious to know
any detail so thoroughly that no accident of ignorance
could occur.</p>
<p>When the rope was round me and I was ready to descend,
she kissed me more fondly than she had ever
done yet, and held on to me as though loth to part. As
I sank into the opening, holding the gasoline bicycle
lamp which I had elected to take with me, I saw her
pretty forehead wrinkled up in anxiety as she gave all
her mind to the paying out of the rope. Even then I
was delighted with the ease and poise of her beautiful
figure, fully shown in the man’s dress which she had not
changed, as it was so suitable for the work she had
to do.</p>
<p>When I had been lowered some twenty feet, I turned
my lantern down and saw through the sheen of water a
bottom of rock with here and there a cluster of loose
stones; one big slab which stuck up endwise, was evidently
that which had fallen from the roof under my<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</SPAN></span>
hammer. It was manifest that there was, in this part
of the cave at any rate, not sufficient water to make it
a matter of any concern. I called to Marjory to lower
slowly, and a few seconds later I stood in the cave, with
the water just above my knees. I moved the new-fallen
slab to one side lest it might injure any one who was
descending. Then I took the strong rope from me,
and knotted round my waist the end of the thin rope
which I had brought for the purpose. This formed
a clue, in case such should be necessary, and established
a communication with Marjory which would
tend to allay her anxiety. With the cord running through
her fingers, she would know I was all right. I went cautiously
through the cave, feeling my way carefully with
the long stick which I had brought with me. When I
had got some distance I heard Marjory’s voice echoing
through the cave:</p>
<p>“Take care there are no octopuses!” She had been
thinking of all sorts of possible dangers. For my own
part the idea of an octopus in the cave never crossed my
mind. It was a disconcerting addition to my anxieties;
but there was nothing to do. I was not going to abandon
my project for this fear; and so I went on.</p>
<p>Further inland the cave shelved down on one side,
following the line of the rock so that I passed through
an angular space which, though wide in reality, seemed
narrow by comparison with the wide and lofty chamber
into which I had descended. A little beyond this again,
the rock dipped, so that only a low tunnel, some four
feet high, rose above the water. I went on, carefully feeling
my way, and found that the cave ended in a point or
narrow crevice.</p>
<p>All this time I had been thinking that the appearance
of the place did not quite tally with the description in
de Escoban’s narrative. No mention had been made<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</SPAN></span>
of any such difficulties; as the few men had carried in
what must have been of considerable bulk and weight
there would have been great difficulties for them.</p>
<p>So I retraced my steps, intending to see if there was any
other branch nearer to the sea. I kept the line taut so
that Marjory might not be alarmed. I think I was as
glad as she was when I saw the light through the opening,
and the black circle of her head as she looked down
eagerly. When underneath, I told her of my adventure,
and then turned seawards to follow the cave down. The
floor here was more even, as though it had been worn
smooth by sea wash and the endless rolling of pebbles.
The water deepened only a few inches in all. As I went,
I threw the rays of my lamp around, anxiously looking
for some opening. The whole distance from the place
where I had made the entry to the face of the cliff was
not very great; but distance in the open seems very different
from that within an unknown cavern. Presently I
came to a place where the floor of the cave was strewn
with stones, which grew bigger and more as I went on;
till at last I was climbing up a rising pile of rocks. It was
slippery work, for there seemed some kind of ooze or
slime over the stones which made progress difficult.
When I had climbed up about half way towards the
roof, I noticed that on my left side the slope began to
fall away. I moved over and raising my lamp saw to
my inexpressible joy that there was an opening in the
rock. Getting close I found that though it was nearly
blocked with stones there was still a space large enough
to creep through. Also with pleasure I saw that the
stones here were small. With a very slight effort I dislodged
some of them and sent them rolling down, thus
clearing the way. The clatter of the stones evidently
alarmed Marjory for I heard her calling to me. I
hurried back under the opening—the way seemed easy<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</SPAN></span>
enough now I knew it—and told her of my fresh discovery.</p>
<p>Then I went back again and climbed down the slope
of fallen stones; this was evidently the debris of the explosion
which had choked the mouth of the cave. The
new passage trended away a little to the right, making
a sharp angle with the cave I had left. Then after deflecting
to the left it went on almost straight for a considerable
distance, thus lying, as I made it out, almost
parallel to the first cave. I had very little anxiety as to
the safety of the way. The floor seemed more level
than even that of the entrance to the first cave. There
was a couple of feet of water in the deepest part, but
not more; it would not have been difficult to carry the
treasure here. About two hundred feet in, the cave
forked, one arm bending slightly to the left and the other
to the right. I tried the former way and came to a
sheer dip in the rock such as I had met with before.
Accordingly I came back and tried the second. When I
had gone on a little way, I found my line running out;
so I went back and asked Marjory to throw me down
the end. I was so sure of the road now that I did not
need a clue. At first she demurred, but I convinced her;
taking the rope I fixed one end of it within the cave
before it branched. Then I started afresh on my way,
carrying the coil of rope with me.</p>
<p>This branch of the cave went on crookedly with occasionally
strange angles and sharp curves. Here and
there, on one side or the other and sometimes on both,
the rock walls bellied out, making queer chambers or
recesses, or narrowing the cave to an aperture only a few
feet wide. The roof too was raised or fell in places, so
that I had now and again to bend my head and even to
stoop; whilst at other times I stood under a sort of high
dome. In such a zigzag course I lost my bearings somewhat;<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</SPAN></span>
but I had an idea that the general tendency was inland
to the right. Strange to say, the floor of the cave
remained nearly level. Here again, ages of tide and
rolling pebbles had done their work effectively. My cord
ran out again and I had to lose the far end and bring it
on, fixing it afresh, as I did not like to proceed without
keeping a clue behind me. Somewhat further on, the cave
dipped and narrowed so that I had to bend nearly double
to pass, my face being just above the water as I went.
It was with difficulty that I kept the lamp from touching
the water below or knocking against the rock above. I
was much chagrined to find this change in the structure
of the cave, for since I had entered on this branch of it
I had completely made up my mind that I was on the right
road and that only a short time and a little distance lay
between me and the treasure. However there was nothing
to do but to go on.</p>
<p>A few feet more and the roof began to rise; at first in
a very gentle slope, but then suddenly. Stretching my
cramped back and raising my head, I looked around. I
raised my lamp high, turning it so that its rays might let
me take in a wide circle.</p>
<p>I stood at the side of a large, lofty cave, quaint of outline,
with here and there smooth walls from which great
masses of red rock projected ominously. So threatening
did these overhanging masses look, that for a few seconds
I feared to stir lest some of them should topple over on
me. Then, when my eyes had become accustomed to the
greater glare, I saw that they were simply masses of the
rugged rock itself. The whole cave, so far as I could see,
was red granite, formed of the great rock flung upward
in the pristine upheaval which had placed the Skares in
the sea.</p>
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