“And Nat said one day that it was all nonsense; that they were just like so many rabbit-holes—and that’s what he thought they were.”
“But our Samson said he had been in them; and if they were no bigger than rabbit-holes, he couldn’t have done that. Let’s go and see.”
“Bother! I had enough of poking about in that damp old passage, and all for nothing. I thought we were going to find the way in there.”
“Well, so we did.”
“But I mean the other end.”
“Bother, bother! what’s the good!”
“How do I know? It’s very curious. There’s something seems to draw you on when you are underground,” said Scarlett, dreamily.
“Hark at the old worm! Why, Scar, I believe you’d like to live underground.”
Scarlett shook his head.
“I mean to find that way in to our place some day, whether you help me or whether you do not. Never mind what your Samson said about the Rill caves. He don’t know. Let’s go and see.”