“Will you try?”
“If you’ll come after me.”
“Go on, then.”
Fred hesitated a few moments, and then holding the candle as far forward as he could he lay down, but instead of rolling, shuffled himself along under the landing, finding plenty of room for his journey, and pushing the light onward as he crept sidewise.
“Coming, Scar?” he whispered rather hoarsely.
“Yes, I’m coming. Mind the candle doesn’t set fire to anything. What’s that?”
“Only a cobweb burning. The place is full of them; and— Oh, Scar!”
“What is it?”
“I can get my legs down here, and—yes, it’s a narrow passage, and I can stand upright.”
Wondering more and more, Scarlett shuffled along to his companion, and directly after they were standing together in a passage so strait that they could barely pass along it as they stood square, their shoulders nearly touching the sides.