nt where they had made a false turn. Abe Blower
led the way and the boys followed, all keeping their eyes wide open, to
make certain that nothing of importance might escape them.

On and on they went, seeing one spot after another that looked familiar.
They even passed the spot where Dave had thrown away the end of his
first torch. The bit of wood was still smoking.

"Here's the split in the cave, I think," said the old miner, at last.

They had reached a spot where the cavern widened out into a large,
circular opening. From this point could be seen several other openings.
Evidently they had taken the wrong passageway.

"But which is the right one?" questioned Roger. "They all look alike to
me."

"Look putty much alike to me, too," returned Abe Blower. "If only I had
thought to put down a few chalk marks!" he sighed.

Dave said nothing but went around to the various openings, examining all
with care by the light of his torch.

"I believe this is the one we came in by," he announced, a few minutes
later.

"What makes you think so?" asked his chum.

"Do you see that curiously-shaped rock over there? Well, I remember
seeing that as we came along--it reminded me of a giant's face. Now,
you can't see that rock that way only from here."

"Perhaps you are right, Dave. I must confess I am all mixed up," and
Roger sighed.

"We can try it for a little distance," said Abe Blower. "Then, if we
won't see anything we remember seem' before, we can come back to this
place."

"But our torches----" began the senator's son.

"We'll use one at a time--that will make 'em last," said Dave.

This was considered a good suggestion, and all but one of the flaming
lights were extinguished. Then they walked down the passageway as
quickly as safety permitted.

"I--I don't see anything that looks like what I saw before," said Roger,
after a bit. "The rocks look all alike to me."

"An' to me," returned the old miner, and there was something of
hopelessness in his tones.

But they kept on. Dave had the torch and was ahead, with the others
close at his heels. The single torch gave but an uncertain light and
cast grotesque shadows on all sides.

"Look!" cried our hero, a little later.

He pointed to a series of small stones resting on the floor of the
cavern. They were somewhat in the form of a circle, with a large stone
in the center.

"Oh, I remember those stones!" cried Roger, joyfully.

"So do I!" put in Abe Blower. "I re