The timber had given way. They were trapped!
The timbers had given way. They were trapped!
CHAPTER XVII
In Darkness
For one despairing instant the two peered at the fallen rock through the thick haze of dust, then Scotty snapped, "Back into clean air."
They retreated the way they had come. Rick clicked off his flashlight instinctively. They might need it.
When clean air was reached again they stopped and Scotty swept his flashlight beam over the rocky floor. "Pick a seat and get comfortable. We'll be here for a while."
"We won't get out of here by sitting down," Rick replied.