seems ever so long since I heard any of the others.”

“Come to think, Becky, we are away down below them — and I don’t know how far away north, or south, or east, or whichever it is. We couldn’t hear them here.”

Becky grew apprehensive.

“I wonder how long we’ve been down here, Tom? We better start back.”

“Yes, I reckon we better. P’raps we better.”

“Can you find the way, Tom? It’s all a mixed-up crookedness to me.”

“I reckon I could find it — but then the bats. If they put our candles out it will be an awful fix.

Let’s try some other way, so as not to go through there.”