“I am sure I never came as far as this,” he protested.
“Well, what of that?” demanded Leighton.
“He say he never come here!” crowed Miranda. “Very well, my leetle fellow, you are here now.”
“Yes, but—how far will we go?” he persisted.
“You remember nothing of this?” asked Raoul.
“I—I rather think I stopped in the beginning of the tunnel.”
“But here are the footprints,” said Una eagerly.
“They are made by sandals. I never wear sandals,” said Andrew sadly.
“Of course. They make by the other fellow.”
“By that man who wears a toga?” asked Mrs. Quayle anxiously. “It would be awful to meet him in this place.”