"That looks to be true," answered Snap.
"This is about as bad as being down that hollow tree," said Shep.
He was more than glad that he was not alone.
Having recovered their breath a little, the young hunters tried to decide upon what would be the best thing to attempt next.
"We have got to get out, that is all there is to it," said Snap.
"Well, I am willing," said Whopper, gravely.
"See any stairs around?" asked Giant.
"Maybe Snap has spotted an elevator," said Whopper, with a grin.
"If so, Snap, press the button by all means."
"I don't think this is any laughing matter," said the leader of the gun club.
"No more do I," answered Shep, quickly. "The sooner we get out of this hole the better."
"We are moving again!" ejaculated Giant, and all felt that he was right. The whole mass of brushwood floated off on something of an underground stream, carrying the boys with it. The movement continued for a distance of at least two hundred feet and then the bushes became stationary.