THEY ENTER THE TUNNEL
"You're taller, but you're only a month older, Twink; so don't you put on airs. And I'm the strongest."
"We'll both go," she decided; "and then if we find the treasure we'll divide."
"All right; come on!"
Forgetting their basket, which they left upon the rocks, they crept through the little doorway and down the steps. There were only seven steps in all, and then came a narrow but level tunnel that led straight into the mountain-side. It was dark a few feet from the door, but the children resolved to go on. Taking hold of hands, so as not to get separated, and feeling the sides of the passage to guide them, they walked a long way into the black tunnel.
Twinkle was just about to say they'd better go back, when the passage suddenly turned, and far ahead of them shone a faint light. This encouraged them, and they went on faster, hoping they would soon come to the treasure.
"Keep it up, Twink," said the boy. "It's no use going home yet."
"We must be almost in the middle of Sugar-Loaf Mountain," she answered.
"Oh, no; it's an awful big mountain," said he. "But we've come quite a way, haven't we?"