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Rh join them. As his eyes accustomed themselves to the change from daylight to gloom, David made out dimly that he was standing  in a roomy cave. It appeared to be a half-dozen paces in width, more than the height of a man from floor to roof and of indeterminable depth. It was refreshingly cool down there. David’s companions seated themselves between him and the narrow passage that led upward and out, and through which  the daylight entered subduedly, and stolidly  filled their pipes. There being naught else to do, David likewise seated himself on the  ground, finding a spot where the wall of rock  provided a rest for his shoulders. The floor of the cave was dry, seeming to consist of the  powdered particles of the granite ledge above,  although, as he discovered after being seated  awhile, there were occasional sharp fragrments of stone as well.

He wondered how long he would have to stay there. The thought that even now his father or others from his country might be no  more than two miles distant filled him with  discouragement and a sort of dull anger. They would be welcomed by the sachem and entertained with food and tobacco, and all  their questioning would come to naught.