“And then—go right straight in and along that narrow passage wherever it leads. I don’t suppose we shall find any ghosts of the old people. I say, how easy it is to frighten yourself in a place like this!”
“Oh, I don’t know. It is very creepy.”
“Seems to be,” said Mark—very emphatic over the “Seems.”
“But it will be dangerous as well as horrid to go along a place like this.”
“Why?”
“There may be serpents, or baboons, or no one knows what fierce animals may make it their lair. Then too there may be holes and cracks.”
“Course there may be,” said Mark, “but we shouldn’t be such a pair of noodles as to come here without a lantern or two.”
“And plenty of candles,” said Dean.
“Of course. There, it is very evident that those two have given us the slip. Let’s give them one more shout, and then get back.”
“Oh, never mind the shout,” said Dean hurriedly. “We will go back at once. I wouldn’t be overtaken here when the sun goes down, and lose my way, for I don’t know what.”