“This here is t’other side,” said Jem, “only we arn’t over there now.”
“I’m sure it can’t be.”
“And I’m sure it can be, my lad. Nothing arn’t more puzzling than being shut up in the dark. You loses yourself directly, and then you can’t find yourself again.”
“But the door where the men went out is over there.”
“Yah! That it arn’t,” cried Jem. “Don’t throw your fisties about that how. That’s my nose.”
“I’m very sorry, Jem. I did not mean—”
“Course you didn’t, but that’s what I said. When you’re in the dark you don’t know where you are, nor where any one else is.”
“Let’s try down that other side, and I’ll show you that you are wrong.”
“Can’t show me, my lad. You may make me feel, but you did that just now when you hit me on the nose. Well? Fun’ it?”
“No, not yet,” said Don, as he crept slowly along from the doorway; and then carefully on and on, till he must have come to the place from which they started.