“Oh, don’t talk like that! What do you mean?”
“Well, here we are in the dark.”
“Yes; we had no business to come. We ought to have known that we might be lost here after sundown, and have brought a lantern.”
“Pooh! Who was going to expect that Pig and Mak were going to dodge us like they did? But all the same we did show some gumption, only we let ourselves get our heads full of fancies; and here have we been standing in the dark all this time with each a box of matches in his pocket.”
“Oh!” ejaculated Mark.
“You get yours,” continued Dean. “I am all right now, and I don’t want to risk slithering off into the cold wet water.”
Scratch!
There was a faint line of phosphorescence giving its pallid gleam for a few moments; then the rattle as of matches being moved about in a tin box, another scratch, a line of light, and then a very faint dull spark seemed to descend and become extinct in the water beneath.
“Try again,” said Dean.
Scratch!