"A hole—a big, deep, dark hole. One of the caves, perhaps."
"Do you think it's a—a bear's den, or something like that?"
"No, I don't. I reckon it's just a common, everyday hole, or cave. The question is, how are we going to get out?"
"To get out?"
"That's what I said."
"Climb out, of course."
"That's easy enough to say, but just look up and see how far we are from the top."
They looked up. The hole was all of thirty-five or forty feet deep, and from ten to fifteen feet across. The sides were of dirt and rocks, covered here and there with wet moss.
Luckily they had landed on a pile of half-decayed leaves and tree branches, otherwise they must have been seriously injured. The rushes and some dirt had fallen all around them.
For a full minute neither spoke. During that time they examined the walls of the hole.