“If you will lead the way out,” invited Gale.
“You mean to say we are lost in here?”
“Well, I haven’t the faintest knowledge in which direction the entrance lies,” Gale said candidly. “Do you?”
“It is back of some place,” Phyllis said uneasily. “We’ve got to find it.”
“We’ve got to find it if we want to get out,” Gale agreed. “Suppose we turn around and walk the other way.”
A mocking laugh arose from somewhere in the passage and echoed loudly and weirdly. Both girls shivered from the ominous tone of it. They walked along, Phyllis’ hand against the wall to guide them, but soon her hand touched empty air.
“There’s a turn here,” she cautioned.
“It’s a cross passage,” Gale said. “Passages on both sides of us, but which one do we take?”
Again that taunting laugh rumbled from behind them.
“Whichever way we go, I hope it is away from him,” Phyllis declared trembling. “That laugh gives me the jitters, it is so melodramatic. Soon he will be telling us we are in his power.”