And on we went into the passage. When we were nearly through it, I glanced back. The Dromans had not moved.
"Look here!" I said, coming to an abrupt stop.
"What is it now, Bill?"
"Maybe this is a trap."
"A trap? How can it be a trap?"
"How in the world do I know that? But to me the whole business has a queer and suspicious look, I tell you."
"How so?"
"How so? Why, maybe they brought us to this hole. We don't know what's in there."
"Neither do they," Milton said.
"Maybe they do," I told him. "Maybe they aren't lost at all. Maybe it's all make-believe. Why don't they come in, too? What are they standing out there for, standing and waiting—waiting? What are they waiting for? Probably for their chance to steal away and leave us to our fate!"