The man shakes his head slowly. "I'm no sure it's sometimes under there or there is another pool where lamn has his quarters "

At mention of a back door he shakes his head. "Nay, Lamn's lair down there. He'll die before he leaves his stuff."

As you lean by the square hole and tug on the rope a skiff is pulled into view, the small wooden canoe big enough door 3 people.