“Serpents do swallow their food whole,” said Oliver.
“Ah, that accounts for his not answering when I shouted. Of course, I couldn’t hear him or him me if he was swallowed down into some long thing’s inside.”
“There, that will do,” said Oliver, impatiently. “I say, Panton, are we going right?”
“Must be; the edge of the wood is below us on the right.”
“But everything looks so different.”
“Yes, looks dark,” said Drew. “But we ought to be pretty close to the place now.”
“I’m afraid we’ve turned up too much among the rocks. It will be horrible to be lost now. I wish we had not come,” said Panton. “We ought to be resting ready for our work to-morrow.”
“All right: we’ve passed the opening into the forest,” cried Oliver.
“How do you know?”
“Look back a little, and you’ll see the gleam of the fire. There, look.”