“Yes, go on. We must come to the end soon.”
Stubbs sighed and examined the candle.
“Rather awk’ard, sir, if the light went out,” he grumbled.
“Yes, that would be unpleasant,” replied Dick. “Could you find out your way if it did?”
“No, sir, I’m sure I could not,” replied the man: “and there’s no end of places we haven’t looked at yet. We mustn’t be lost.”
“Oh, we should find our way again,” said Dick confidently. “Ah, look here; the path slopes upward. What does this mean?”
“Slopes up, sir, quite sudden,” said Stubbs. “Look at the snakes.”
“Where?” cried Dick, shrinking.
“Not live uns, sir—carved stone ones, all twisted together.”
“This is very strange, Stubbs,” said Dick; “the way slopes right up as if we should get out somewhere here.”