“But we must go down and see,” urged Coppertop, her eyes sparkling.
“All right,” assented Tibbs; “it’ll be rather fun exploring, anyway.”
So they flew down. And close to the ground, between the feet of the stone figure, they found a crumbling doorway.
With beating hearts, they entered.
“It’s getting darkerer and darkerer!” cried Kiddiwee, in an awed voice.
“I shouldn’t be surprised if we come across some snakes!” exclaimed Tibbs. “Better look where you’re going, Celia!”
“I can’t see! And I ’spect I’ll tread on one if it gets any darkerer,” piped Kiddiwee.
They had come to the head of some old, half-ruined steps leading down to a dark passageway.
“It’s an awful risk,” said Tibbs, hesitatingly; “I don’t care about myself—but you two kids!”