But Fred would not give up, and, entering the tangled underwood at once, he went cautiously on, till about half-way, when a rush through the bushes brought his heart to his mouth.
“Only rabbit, sir. Keep on,” grumbled Samson.
“Think we are going right?”
“Yes, sir, far as I can tell; but it’s blind man’s work.”
Instinct or guess-work, one or the other, led them right to the fallen tree, when the hole was soon discovered, and Fred crept through and dropped into the passage, closely followed by Samson.
“Don’t find fault, sir,” whispered the latter, as he touched the bottom, “I should ha’ done it, only I was took.”
“What do you mean?”
“Brought a light.”
“Never mind; I can find my way.”
“Let me go first, sir.”