This feat, in itself, was no easy one. They had wandered about in the dark so much that they had become completely confused.
Since Herb was the slightest, he was hoisted up on Bob’s shoulders and they began the stumbling tour of their prison. It seemed ages before Herb’s glad cry announced a discovery of some sort.
“I’ve found a handle,” he said. “Steady there, Bob, till I give it a pull.”
CHAPTER XII
GROPING IN DARKNESS
Herb tugged gently and gave another yell of delight when whatever was attached to the handle yielded grudgingly to the pull.
“It’s the trap door, fellows!” he cried. “Move over a bit, Bob, till I pull the thing down.”
Bob, who, about this time, was finding Herb’s weight not any too comfortable, moved over, and, in doing so, stumbled, nearly pitching himself and Herb to the floor.