"Don't be scared of us. We couldn't hurt a fly if we wanted to. Who is it?"
Now it seemed to Bubbles all of a sudden (though the mention of Blizzard's name had once more given him the horrors) that any risk run in revealing his presence to the blind men was more than compensated by the consequent possibility of "finding out things" from them. So he said:
"It's only me--just a boy. I found this hole swimmin' and come in to see what it was for."
"It's only a boy," said the blond man.
"He wouldn't hurt us," said the dark one.
"Maybe you'll tell me what all this cellar work is for," said Bubbles.
The dark man scratched his matted head. "We don't know," he said; "we was just put in here to dig. At first there was ten of us; but we was kep' on to give the finishin' touches."
"What became of the others?"
"Oh, Mr. Blizzard, he's got other work for them."
"Is this place under his house?"