"An' is it folly ye call it! Sure an' we have eshcaped, or else why are
they all in purshuit of us? We've got away, and they fale it, and all
that's happened is that we did rache the boat, but had to come back here
for a rest till we were riddy to go on. Sure, sor, ye're hungry. Ate
some of the tortillas and drink some of the wine, and thin, if ye won't
think it presumption, I'll say--afther you."
"Eat and drink, man. You must be faint. I have no appetite."
"Ah!" ejaculated Dinny, after a pause of about a quarter of an hour,
which he had bravely employed, "there's nothing like food and dhrink, if
it's only potaties and butthermilk. Sure I'm ready for annything now,
and so will ye be, sor, as soon as the wine begins to work."
"Dinny, I'm ready for anything, now; but we cannot stay here."
"Git up, sor, if ye wouldn't moind," said Dinny.
Humphrey obeyed dejectedly as the man advanced.
"Sure, sor, and it's a wondherful owld place this, and there must have
been some strange games carried on. Now, sor, in all the months ye've
been here, did ye iver look under the bed?"
"Under the bed, man?" cried Humphrey. "Why, it is a huge block of
stone."
"Is it, now, sor? Sure and didn't I help fit up the place for ye when
ye first came, an' by the captain's orders? Sure and I know all about
it. `Dinny, me boy,' me mother used to say to me, `ye haven't got a
watch and ye've got no money, but ye may have both some day, so beware
of thayves and robbers; and whiniver ye go to slape in a sthrange place,
be sure ye look under the bed.' An' yer mother niver gave you that
advice, sor?"
He walked to the couch and threw up the skins which covered it,
revealing what seemed to be a low, square bench of stone, whose top was
one enormous slab.
"Now, sor," said Dinny, "would ye moind thrying to lift that?"
Humphrey stepped quickly to his side, bent down, seized the projecting
slab, tried to raise it, and then straightened himself and shook his
head.
"A dozen men could not raise it, Dinny," he said.
"No, sor, but a Kelly can. Look here."
He bent down, placed his shoulder to one corner, gave a thrust, and the
whole top glided round as if on a pivot, and revealed an opening dimly
lit apparently from below.
"There, sor," he said, "I dishcovered that by accident when I was here
alone wan day. I pushed a big stone against that corner and it gave
way, and when I pushed the whole place opened, and down there's as good
a hiding-place as a man need have."
"Dinny," cried Humphrey, excitedly, "and doesn't the captain know of
this?"
"Sure and I think the last man who knew of it died before the flood,
sor, and it hasn't been opened since."
"And these rough stairs--where do they lead?"
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