"We're here," Sam replied, grimly.
"An' you'd been outside if I hadn't wanted to stay rather than take a flogging."
"You're right, Skip, but this ain't the time to find fault. All three are in the same box, an' we might as well be friendly."
"Won't they try to get us out?" Fred asked, faintly.
"Nobody knows where we are," Skip replied, bitterly.
"We told mother about you, and she'll be sure to repeat it to Joe and Bill now we're in such danger."
Skip's face brightened for an instant, and then he said, in a despairing tone:
"They don't know where this place is. Billings is certain the oldest miners never heard of the drift; he thinks it was made years before the workings were opened at Farley's."
"Joe and Bill have been down here."
"Even they wouldn't know where to start in. How long will the air hold out, Sam?"