Frank played the beam of the flashlight all about the place until at last the glare revealed a dark opening immediately ahead.
It was a crude arch in the rock and beyond it he could see a steep flight of wooden steps.
His heart was pounding with excitement. There was no doubt now that they had discovered the smugglers' secret.
"We've found it," he whispered to Joe. "We've found the passage. This must be directly underneath the house on the cliff."
"We'll have to go quietly."
The light cast strange shadows through the gloomy passage in the rocks. Water dripped from the walls. Water dripped from their clothing. They tiptoed quietly forward beneath the archway until they reached the flight of steps.
Then, quietly, almost stealthily, they began to ascend.
The place was in a deathlike silence. It was as if they were in a tomb. So quiet was the strange stairway in the cliff that the boys could hardly believe that men had been there but a short while before.
Step by step they ascended the stairs, and at last Frank's flashlight showed that they were approaching a door. It was set directly in a frame in the wall of rock at which the stairs ended. The passageway curved above them in a rocky ceiling.
