“How do you know?”
“You can feel some wool down here. If it had been a man, it would have been clothes. Well, I am glad.”
Scarlett showed his satisfaction by drawing a long breath full of relief, and the spirits of both seemed relieved by the knowledge that the grisly relics told no tale of a human being’s terrible fate.
“I dare say there are more bones about, if we were to search,” said Fred. “But what a great gloomy place it is! Who’d have thought that there was such a cave on our shore?”
“I can’t see any good, now we have got down in it,” said Scarlett, rather discontentedly. “I don’t suppose we shall find anything.”
“Why, we have found something.”
“Yes; bones. I wish we had a light.”
“Where was it you stepped over?” said Fred, speaking in a whisper now, for the silence and darkness were not without their effect upon him.
“There.”
“Where’s there? I can’t see which way you mean.”