“Right! You must be. But suppose we can’t get all the way?”
“Water does. Sure to be plenty of room. See how there always was.”
“Hurrah! Then we’ll go at once.”
“What, us two?”
“Of course!”
“We couldn’t fight all that lot. Six to one!”
“No; we must go and tell my father at once.”
“That’s best way,” said Dummy, jumping off the stone. “Come on,” and they started off at once for the tiny camp, discussing the possibility of the men finding the way through.
“Suppose they got into the mine, and attacked the Black Tor while we’re away?”
“No fear o’ that, Master Mark,” said Dummy, with another of his nice open smiles. “Not many folk as would go and do what we did.”