"If Dalzell finds any wild animals in that hole he'll feel like Daniel in the lions' den," chuckled Reade.
"I wish we had something to make a torch of," grumbled Dick. "It's slow work and a lot of nuisance to be lighting two or three matches every minute."
"Do I get a chance to go in there with you?" demanded Dan.
"I don't know whether you do or not," grimaced Dick. "You're such a scared-cat that——"
"Say that again, and you don't get—this," grinned Dalzell, hauling an object out into daylight. It proved to be a pocket electric lamp.
"Oh, you jewel!" glowed Dick.
"Am I a scared-cat?" insisted Dan, returning the lamp to his pocket.
"Nothing of the sort!" Dick declared readily.
"How about you, Dave?" demanded Dan, wheeling upon his other tormentor.
"I never admired any one's courage as much as I do yours, Danny boy," laughed Darrin.