“Come!”
Once more the journey was resumed, and Girzilla walked slower than before.
Suddenly Max got such a rap on the head that it made him groan with pain.
“Stoop. Better still, crawl,” said the girl, almost contemptuously.
Max felt humiliated, but he was in a quandary.
He could not go back, for he did not know the way, and he dare not go forward alone, for he was afraid.
Girzilla seemed to read his thoughts, for she laughed softly and murmured:
“Poor boy! He will have to trust his Girzilla; she will save him.”
Stooping until his head was only a few inches higher than his knees, he followed as well as he could.
Very soon the way became easier to travel, and a glimmer of light showed that the sun had risen again, and found some crevice through which it sent its heavenly rays.