“Did you see?” whispered Harry.
“Yes,” I muttered back. “What was it?”
He ran down the slope to the sand, and I followed at a leap, thinking he meant that the cliff was falling. But when I saw his face I knew that some excitement other than fear was moving him.
“It was the badger,” he said, turning sharp on me. “Now, do you understand what that means?”
Perhaps I had a glimmering; but I shook my head feebly to repudiate it.
“Why!” he cried reproachfully. “Dicky, you gowk! If he goes to earth at the top and comes and puts his nose out here, what does it mean but that the crypts ain’t as blocked as we supposed!”
“There must be a passage through, of course,” I murmured.
Harry nodded, primming his lips. “Well?” said he.
“Why, it don’t follow that where a badger can go, we can.”
“It does with me,” he said shortly.