“I thought it led down into the Scraw cove, but we must be lower than that.”
“Yes, ever so much; and it strikes me that we might go on down and down for hours. Haven’t we done enough for this time?”
“Well, yes,” said Vince, in a hesitating tone; “only I should have liked to find out something better than going on and on, just like in one of the caverns on the shore stretched out a tremendous way.”
“Yes, I should have liked to see something more; but this is a curious place. Old Deane would like to come down here and see those round stones in the holes.”
“We’ll bring him some day,” said Vince. “Well, suppose we’d better go back, for it seems to be all like this.”
“Can’t be all like this, because there’s water rushing somewhere down below.”
“Well, let’s go on till we come to the water, and then turn back.”
“But if it’s very dangerous?”
“We won’t go into danger. You keep the lanthorn well up, so that you can see where you go, and then you can stop.”
“Suppose you lead now,” said Mike: “my arm aches awfully with holding up the light.”