Their arms were forced to their sides, though both still clutched their revolvers.
Jack had been in many a crowd in various cities throughout the world, but never had he been subjected to such a tight squeeze as the dwarfs forced him to undergo.
Joe, who was delicate, anyhow, was nearly crushed.
Presently the crowd began to move, and Jack and Joe were carried along without making a single effort.
Slowly they proceeded, and at length entered a dark passage.
"I say!" exclaimed Jack, "where are you taking us to, I'd like to know?"
The only reply he got was a fresh burst of the chant they had been singing, which sounded worse than ever in the narrow passage.
The two were forced along for perhaps a hundred feet in the same slow manner, and then a wild rush suddenly took place.
Pell-mell went the crowd of dwarfs, and, of course, Jack and Joe had to go with them.
The next thing Jack knew he felt himself going downward, and then he fetched up sprawling on a smooth, rocky floor.