“I dunno. Fear’d so.”
“Let’s go back, then, at once,” said Mark, springing to his feet. “Why, we may have been asleep for hours. Light another candle, and let’s get back.”
“Right, Master Mark. Well, it don’t much matter, for we hadn’t nothing to do.”
The second candle was lit, and stuck in the rough wooden carrying-stick, the other was taken from the crack in the stone and treated the same.
“Won’t go no furrer, then, Master Mark?” said the boy.
“No, not to-day,” said Mark decisively, as he looked round the chamber, and then stooped to take a draught of the clear water, an example Dummy followed.
“Ready, Master Mark?”
“Yes, lead on. But which way?”
“Don’t you know, sir?” said Dummy grinning.
“Haven’t the least idea. Have you?”