“I say, I felt sure we were going back. Do you really believe that we are going farther in?”
“I felt sure that we were a little while ago, but I am not so sure now, for one gets confused.”
“Yes, confused,” said Gwyn, sadly. “We seem to have been constantly following turnings leading in all directions, and they’re all alike, and go on and on. Aren’t you getting tired?”
“Horribly; but we mustn’t think of that. Let’s notice what we see, so as to have something to tell them when we get home.”
“Well, that’s soon done; the walls are nearly all alike, and the passages run in veins, one of which the people who used to work here followed until they had got out all the ore, and then they opened others.”
“But the ore seems to be richer in some places than in others.”
“Yes, and the walls seem wetter in some places than in others; and sometimes one crushes shells beneath one’s feet, and there’s quantities of sand.”
“But how far should you think we are now from the entrance?”
“I don’t know. Miles and miles.”
“Oh, that’s exaggeration, for we’ve come along so slowly; and being tired makes you feel that it is a long way.”