They lighted matches as they went down the stairs into the basement. The place was dismal enough, filled with old boxes and barrels.
"Frank!"
Browning called, causing Hodge to start and drop his match. Then they stood still and listened.
Squeak! squeak!
A rat scampered across the ground beneath their feet.
That was all. There was no answer to Browning's call.
"He is not here."
"No."
They lost little time in hastening up the stairs and getting out of the old building. As soon as they were in the open air they drew deep breaths, for they had been stifled and oppressed.
"Where next?" asked Bart.