"Can it be possible?" said Duncan.
"I declare," cried Frank, "I feel fidgety all over."
"And I," said Conal, "am cramful of nerves."
"Landlord, can you introduce us to the bird and the boy?"
"Sartainly, gentlemans. Follow, if you will be so kind."
He led them down and down a flight of stone stairs that seemed to have no end.
Then the young fellows followed him into a large room.
"Gol-a-mussy, gemmans, has you risen again flom de grabe?"
It was little Johnnie Shingles, and none but he.
"Grunt, grunt! squeak, squawk, and squawl!" Up rushed Pen himself.