towards him. "Put them down, I say. They are mine," he cried. "Put them down." But his head swam, and he had to support himself against the wall, for he had been sorely hurt in the struggle with the master of the cavern. When a second time his senses came to him again, the torch was burning in the jar as before, but the old man had gone.
Antar sprang up with a cry, and rushed to the entrance of the cave.
It was closed. The beggar had by some means replaced the stone, and must have wedged it fast, for Antar could not move it. For some time he strove in vain to push it outwards; but, finding that it did not stir, he returned to the recess, hoping to discover there some instrument that would help him to regain his freedom and enjoy the treasure.
In the inner chamber the torch showed him that only a few jewels remained in the chest. Antar turned away with a bitter curse, and, as he did so, his eye fell upon the body of the master of the cavern. It lay face downwards as it had fallen
