"
A thorough search revealed nothing.
"Does th' liftinint moind that Sargint Hinery mintioned a covered way
that led from th' cellar to th' spring?" asked Private Tom Clary, who
wielded a rail beside me. "Perhaps th' pretty lassie and her frinds
are in that."
"That is so, Clary; thank you for the suggestion," I answered. "Can
you make out the opening?"
"Nothin' sure, sor. Behoind thim wagon-tires there sames to be a
natural slope of earth."
"Tip the tires over, Clary," I ordered; and presently a number of
tires, from which the fire had burned the felloes, spokes, and hubs,
fell into the coals, disclosing a recently filled aperture.
"Looks as if the end of a passage had been filled, doesn't it?" asked
the surgeon.
"It certainly does," I answered. "Let us go to the spring and
examine."
Accompanied by the doctor and several men, I rode to the spring. When
we arrived there we broke a way through the thick-set willows into an
irregular mass of small bowlders. Climbing over these, we found
ourselves at the mouth of a narrow passage about four feet high and
two feet wide.
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