“Hadn’t we better turn back?” said Dean.
“Well, I half think so,” replied his cousin, “but I should like to have a look at that chap. He was quite a little boy. I say, if we stop here Mak will start him again directly, and then we can take him prisoner.”
“What for?” asked Dean. “We don’t want to take prisoners.”
“I don’t know, but I suppose Mak wants to catch him for some reason, to ask the road, perhaps. Here, come on.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” replied Dean. “See how thick the trees are.”
“Yes, it is pretty dark,” said Mark. “But we are not afraid of that.”
“No, but if we go in there we are sure to lose our way.”
“Very well, Miss Timidity, let’s lose it. It will be another job for Mak to find us again.”
“I am no more timid than you are,” said Dean coolly. “Come along;” and stepping quickly before his cousin he plunged directly between two huge trees whose branches on their side thickly interlaced and came close down to the ground, while as soon as they had passed them it was to find themselves confronted by tall columns standing as thickly as they could, bare of trunk and branchless till about sixty or seventy feet above their heads, where verdant roof was formed which completely shut off the light save where here and there a thin streak or two of sunshine shot down like an arrow, to form a little golden patch upon the floor of withered leaves.
“What a change!” cried Mark, as the pair stopped short, trying to penetrate the darkness; but this they found was impossible save in the direction from which they had come.