"Well, all I can say is that I should very much like to see the good gentleman, if he is still about; and I only hope and wish he will arrive while we are here. If he has been travelling around all these years, by this time he must know a thing or two! I wonder whether he will come in a balloon!" CHAPTER XIX. HOPES AND FEARS. Amongst other advantages of the peace or truce that had been arranged with the mysterious Coryon, one was that Elwood and Templemore were free to visit the canyon and the caves where their reserve stores lay, and assure themselves that they were all safe. To do this they had to arrange to be away one night, since it was a day's journey each way. That night they passed in the cavern--which they had named 'Monella Cave' in honour of their friend; the canyon itself they called 'Fairy Valley'--and their camp equipage being all found intact where they had hidden it away, they had everything at hand for making themselves comfortable. They found, on examination, that the stone that closed the entrance was in the same position as when they had left it. Having removed the wooden bars, they rolled it to one side, and looked out into the gloomy depths of Roraima Forest. From this outlook Templemore turned back with a shudder of disgust. "How I hate that forest!" he exclaimed. "How miserable it seems out there! Verily it is wonderful, if you come to think of it, that we ever had the patience and perseverance to cut our way through to this place." "We never should have done so, but for Monella's influence," observed Leonard. "How strange it all seems, doesn't it? Now that we are back here, we could almost think all we have been through a dream. One thing is certain; no other party of explorers would ever work their way through this wood as we did; they would get disheartened before the end of the first week. Nor could they possibly do any good by persevering, unless they had that to guide them which Monella had. What is that piece of white over there?" And Leonard indicated a white patch upon a tree-trunk at the edge of the clearing. Templemore took out his glasses and looked through them. "It's a piece of paper," he cried excitedly. "Some one's been here! We must go out and inquire into this!" The ladder was quickly got out, and they hurried down it and across the clearing to the tree that bore the unexpected _affiche_. But, though the paper must have been purposely nailed in its place it was blank; on opening it, however, they found a few straight lines that formed a somewhat vague resemblance to the letter M. "Matava has been here!" Leonard cried out. "All he can do in the writing line is to make some marks that mean M--his own initial, you know. Poor fellow! Fancy his venturing here to seek for us!" The paper had been folded many times, the 'M' being in the inside; and it had been nailed just under an overhanging piece of bark, as a protection from the weather.