“Very well. I’ll be back soon.”
For a long time Billie lay with wide-open eyes, looking at the ceiling.
“I wonder why I don’t feel like getting up?” he asked himself. “I guess I must have had a hard bump. I wonder where Donald and Adrian are, and if they really do know what has become of me. Of course they’ll come and get me after a
while; but where do you suppose I am? It must be some sort of a cave, I guess.”
He looked at the grated window in the ceiling, through which came the sunlight as the leaves which almost covered it on the outside were blown backward and forward by the breeze.
“I wonder where that opening leads to,” he thought. “If I could only get through that, I’d be all right; but I reckon that’s impossible.”
Still he kept on looking and wishing he were on the other side of the grating.
All at once something shut off the light.
“Hello!” exclaimed Billie. “I wonder what’s happened?”
In another second the obstacle was removed and the sun shone in again, only to be shut out a minute later.