Chapter Thirty Four.
Too Eager by Half.
“Think the candle will last, Jolly?” said Gwyn, after they had progressed for some time and the lanthorn door was opened.
“Plenty—yes,” said Joe.
“Wish I knew there was enough and to spare,” said Gwyn.
“Why?”
“Because I’d have a bite off the end. I’m so faint and hungry, it’s quite horrible.”
“Horrid!” exclaimed Joe.
“Not it. Nothing’s horrid when you’re starving. But I don’t suppose it’s very far as the crow flies.”