“If you feel anything rush down by you,” said Kenneth, in a hollow whisper, “don’t be afraid; it’s only an old ghost. They swarm here.”
“I don’t believe it,” said Max quietly.
“Well, will you believe this?—there are two steps gone, and there’s a big hole just below me. Give me your hand, or you’ll go through.”
Max made no reply, but went cautiously on till he could feel that he had reached the dangerous place, and stopped.
“Now then, give me your hand, and reach up with one leg quite high. That’s the way.”
Kenneth felt that the soft hand he took was cold and damp.
“Got your foot up? Ready?”
“Yes.”
“There now, spring.”
There was a bit of a scuffle, and Max stood beside his young host.