“Great Scott! but I’ve found it.”  He flashed the light on the crack and thought he could discern where there had been some chiseling.  He made every effort to shift the rock out of its place, but it was too much for him, owing to the fact that he could just about reach it.  He did not have purchase enough to exert his full strength.

He stepped down on the floor again and commenced to consider, and then he determined to return to the main cave and solicit Brooks and Creedon to go to his aid.

When he re-entered the main cavern Creedon with a laugh said: 

“Well, lad, did you run up against a stone wall?”

“I did.”

“I told you it was of no use to search these crevices.  I’ve explored every inch.”

“You have?”

“Yes.”

“I think not.”

Brooks knew Desmond so well he discerned that the lad had really made a discovery, but he said nothing.

“You think not, eh?”

“I do.”

“That would hint that you had found something.”

“I have.”

“What have you found?”

“I don’t know yet, but I am certain I have found a cranny or nook that you never explored.”

“You have?”

“I have.”

“What have you found?”

“Oh, it may be that it’s ‘tellings,’ as the boys say.”

Creedon looked at the lad in a curious way.

“It cannot be possible,” he said, “that you have found anything?”

“Yes, I have.”

“What have you found?”

“Guess.”

“It’s no time to guess; what have you found?”

“I’ll show you what I’ve found; I want your help.”

The lad found a piece of sapling about seven feet in length, and said: 

“You gentlemen come with me; I’ll show you something.”

Animated by great interest and curiosity, Brooks and Creedon followed Desmond.  He led them to the little rock cave where the crevice abutted on the solid wall of rock, and he said: 

“Now what do you see?”

“We see the rock.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Look sharp; there is something you have not discovered before.”

“What is it?”

“Look.”

“I’ve looked.”

“I reckon when you did look upon the occasion of your former visits you did as you are doing now—­only looked, but you did not search.”

“Have you searched?”

“Yes, I have.”

“And you’ve found something?”

“Yes, I have.”

“What?”

“Oh, look.”

“I’m done looking.”

“Then let me show you.”

Desmond took the strong piece of sapling he had brought with him and jammed one end with great force against the square piece of roofing, and the piece of rock moved.

Creedon gazed aghast and exclaimed: 

“By all that’s strange and wonderful, but I believe you have unfolded the Mexican’s secret.”