Then on her right she heard a soft rustling, immediately followed by a low call:
“Dorothy, where are you?”
The words brought her joyous relief. “Coming!” she replied in a cautious whisper, and with her left hand feeling the almost sheer wall, she hurried toward Bill’s voice.
From the darkness he grasped her hand and spoke close to her ear. “I’ve located the chimney, Dorothy.”
“Good! I was getting worried. Is it far away?”
“No. Only a few steps.”
“What kept you so long, Bill?”
“Had to find the rope.”
“What rope?”
They were moving now in the direction from which he had come.