“Eh? No, of course not. What made you say that?”
“Because you seemed to think I was, keeping me perched up on a piece of rock like this. Now, then, are you going on?”
Aleck was silent, for he had not the heart to say that which was within.
“Are you going dumb? If you’ve lost your way say so, and let’s begin again.”
“It’s worse than that,” said Aleck.
“Worse? What do you mean?”
“Look here,” said Aleck, holding the lanthorn up high with one hand, and pointing with the other.
“Well, I’m looking, and I can see nothing but stone—rough stone.”
“Neither can I. We can go no farther.”
“What! You don’t mean to say that the roof has fallen in?”