“Ain’t got anybody else’s money, have I?” growled Josh. “Here, I know. What stoopids we are!”
“You know what?” cried Will.
“Why, how to get out o’ this here squabble.”
“Can you—find a way along this gallery, Josh?” said Will eagerly.
“Not likely; but we can get down to the water and go along the adit.”
“Adit!” said Will; “is there one?”
“Sure to be, else the water would be up here ever so high. They didn’t bring all the earth and stones and water up past here, I know, when they could get rid of ’em by cutting an adit to the shore.”
Will caught the fisherman’s arm in his hands. “I—I never saw it,” he cried.
“Well, what o’ that? Pr’aps it’s half hid among the stones. I dunno: but there allus is one where they make a shaft along on the cliff.”
“But what will you do?”