Brooks or Desmond had ever seen. The guide walked right ahead boldly; he
evidently knew that there were no rents down which they might plunge.

"Here is Creedon Hall," said the guide, as he turned into a broad
opening and flashed his light around. The party were in a cave, and yet
we can hardly call it a cave; it appeared to be merely a huge underline
in the side of the cliff, as it was open, as the guide said, facing
Creedon Street.

"I will soon have Creedon Hall illuminated for you," said the guide. He
secured some wood, and as Desmond followed him he saw that he had
abundance of it, and the guide said:

"This wood, some of it, has been stowed here for over ten years, and we
can have a jolly fire in a few minutes, and no fear of attracting
Indians or any one else. We are as safe here as though we were making a
grate fire in a big hotel in New York."

Creedon made good his word, and soon Creedon Hall was brilliantly
illuminated, and Desmond was delighted. He exclaimed in his enthusiasm.

"This is just immense!"

"Well, it is."

Brooks also was delighted; he set to work to make the coffee and prepare
the meal, and Creedon lay down on his blanket and lit his pipe, while
Desmond wandered around the cave, as he persisted in calling it. He
discovered several outlets from Creedon Hall, and he made up his mind
that as soon as his friends were asleep he would steal the mask lantern