Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Ah!" he cried, and there was a fearsome look in his eyes. "You defy me,
eh?"
"Yes, I defy you!" I cried, for the sight of the parchment had set my
blood on fire.
We had moved away a few steps from the place where he had put the black
box, but I kept my eye on the spot, so that I might know it again.
"Ah, we must be friends," he said wheedlingly. "Come, my son, I have
more to tell you."
I followed him a few steps, and then again I looked back over my
shoulder to mark the place where the precious document was hidden; but
this, as will be seen, led to my undoing, for no sooner did he note my
action than with a sudden wrench he leapt from me, and blowing out the
candle he left me in utter darkness.
I stretched out my hands to grasp him, but he was gone. I stopped and
listened to catch the sound of his retreating footsteps, but could hear
nothing to guide me, for the place seemed to be full of the sound of
footsteps, now coming from one direction, and now from another.
Moreover, he wore cloth-soled shoes, which made but little noise, so
that I was utterly unable to locate him. Presently I thought I heard him
cackling, as I had heard him more than once before when he was well
pleased with himself. Without an instant's delay I rushed to the spot
from whence I thought the sound came, but only to strike my head with a
terrible thud against the rocky side of the cavern.
What happened after that I do not know. I have a vague remembrance of
falling to the ground, and then rising and staggering away in the
darkness, but whether this was only fancy or fact it is not for me to
say, seeing that nothing was clear to me.
Presently, when I awoke to consciousness, I found myself lying in the
darkness. Not a ray of light came to me anywhere, neither did I possess
any means of kindling one. My head ached, and my whole body was racked
with pain. How long I had lain there I knew not, neither was I able to
calculate. All I knew was that I was in as sad a plight as any man could
be. But I determined not to give up hope. If there was a way into this
place there must also be a way out, and so I set to work to try and find
out my whereabouts. I was not long before I touched the side of the
cavern, close to which I groped until I came to an opening.
"This will lead back to the house," I reflected, and buoyed up with this
hope, and keeping my hand by the side of the tunnel, I followed its
windings for some distance, only to come to a sudden stop, for I found
that the place ended here. I therefore returned again, determining to
enter each level in turn until I should again find my way back to the
man whose wits had been keener than my own.
The second tunnel was shorter than the first, and ended in the same way,
so again I returned to the large cavern, and keeping ever to the right
hand, so as not to enter any one of them more than once, I again groped
along in the darkness.
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