The boy’s lips parted, though no words came; but he put out his hand and gripped his companion’s fast.
“Get lights, some of you, quick!” cried Gwyn; and a murmur was heard outside, a murmur that increased till it was a loud cheer; and then, distinctly from outside, a voice was heard to say,—
“Hear that, mates? The young masters are going down.”
And as if to endorse this, Grip, who had suddenly grown excited, burst into a loud bark.
Chapter Twenty Five.
True to the Core.
“Do you mean it, Master Gwyn?” said Dinass, sharply.
“Mean it? Of course. You’ll come with us and help.”