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256 The grotto was a deep one. After walking for a few seconds oyer sand and shells, the old man lit a resinous torch, and the spluttering flame showed the dark entrance of a passage. Before entering it, however, he bent down in a corner and picked something up. Dick saw that it was a pick.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Save my daughter, of course! Just come with me, and I'll show you. I shan't let those devils choke her as they did ten years ago. They wall them up alive, you see. All we need do is to wait until they have gone, and then take her out again. Clear enough, isn't it?… When I discovered the Temple of Death and saw all the slabs on the wall, I said to myself: 'It would have been easy enough to save her if I had been there.' It was too late then. And of course, I didn't know which stone she was behind. This time, though, I shall watch them…. We'll get the best of them yet. See if we don't!"

There was hope, then! Dick took a long breath, and steadied himself. Madmen with their set ideas are sometimes nearer the truth than sane men with their set reason. Dick took the pick, and followed Orellana down the winding passage, the torch in the old man's trembling hand throwing weird lights and shadows on their path. There was not a foreign sound to be