“Look! Isn’t that the reflection of the fire?”
“No, sir; there’s nothing there. Ah, look there!”
A dull low sound fell upon their ears, and simultaneously there was a flash of light in quite a different direction to that in which they had been straining their eyes.
“What’s that, sir?”
“Some part of the Hall fallen in.”
“And made the fire flash up just as it does when you’re burning rubbish. That’s right, sir.”
“Yes; and I can find it now,” whispered Fred.
The struggle through the undergrowth was resumed, every step having to be taken with the greatest caution; and at last, after making endless diversions to avoid tree-trunks and masses of tangled growth that they could not force their way through, Fred stopped short.
“What is it, sir?”
“This is the place.”