“Subterranean,” he whispered. “Below.”
“They may come out.”
“We must find the sphere!”
“Yes,” I said; “but how?”
“Crawl till we come to it.”
“But if we don’t?”
“Keep hidden. See what they are like.”
“We will keep together,” said I.
He thought. “Which way shall we go?”
“We must take our chance.”