"Why, you haven't changed at all, except to grow more beautiful.
Evangelina is right; you are too beautiful to look at. But wait!"
He drew her aside and whispered, "I've been down in the well."
Some tremor in his voice, some glint in his eyes, caused the girl
to seize him eagerly, fiercely. "I may be wrong," he said,
hurriedly; "there may be nothing in it--and yet I saw something."
"What?"
"Wooden beams, timbers of some sort, behind the stone curbing." It
was plain Rosa did not comprehend, so he hurried on. "At first I
noticed nothing unusual, except that the bottom of the well is
nearly dry--filled up, you know, with debris and stuff that has
fallen in from the curbing above, then I saw that although the
well is dug through rock, nevertheless it is entirely curbed up
with stones laid in mortar. That struck me as queer."
"Yes?"
"I noticed, too, in one place that there was wood behind--as if
timbers had been placed there to cover the entrance to a cave. You
know this Cuban rock is full of caverns."
Rosa clasped her hands, she began to tremble. "You have found it,
O'Reilly. You HAVE!" she whispered.
"No, no, I've found nothing yet. But I've sent Jacket for a pick
or a bar and to-night I'm going to pull down those stones and see
what is behind them."
"To-night? You must let me go, too.
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