“What’s the good of that?—they’ll come back soon and find us.”
“Unless we can hide somewhere among the bales, or right up in the back, where it’s dark.”
“That might do,” said Mike. “But, I say, what have they gone after?”
“To try and find us.”
“But they don’t know us.”
“Well, the people who are using this cave, and they must know of the way up to the top. Ah! that’s it.”
“Yes; what?” cried Mike excitedly.
“Hist! don’t speak so loudly. They’ve gone up there to loosen some of the stones and block the way, so as to put an end to any one coming down; or else to lay wait and trap us.”
Mike drew a long, deep breath; and it sounded like a groan.
“Oh dear!” he said; “whatever shall we do? Perhaps we had better get through into the other cavern. They’ll search this thoroughly, perhaps, when they come back; but they mayn’t search that.”