"That's her, right enough," said Mr. Hume, excitedly.
"And to think we've been wandering about in fear of our lives on a false scent."
"It makes me feel bad; but the mistake has been made, and now we've got to get out, and get out in time to help Dick."
"Oh, Dick's all right," said Venning, crossly. "He's got plenty to eat, and a warm bed."
"Chew this;" and the Hunter handed his last bit of biltong.
Venning took it, and followed on into the passage, chewing and growling over their folly.
"We will laugh over our troubles," said the Hunter, patiently, "when we get out."
"When we get out! I don't believe there is a way out. Anyhow, I am not going a step further beyond the place where we found the loopholes."
Mr. Hume made no reply.
"I have been thinking over it," Venning went on.