The passage was a little larger now and they were able to make better headway so that it was only a few minutes before they had reached the end of the burrow. Jack had been filled with misgivings for the last thirty feet or so of the passageway. That hole looked mighty small to him and although it seemed to get larger as they got nearer it continued to look far too small for their purpose.
“I was afraid of it,” he called back a minute later as he reached the end.
“Afraid of what?”
“Look at the hole and you’ll see,” he replied squeezing close to the wall.
“Goodness, only a rabbit could get through there,” Bob declared.
“And we’re no rabbits.”
“But there’s one good thing about it. Probably they don’t know of it.”
“But what good’s that going to do us if we can’t get out?”
“Maybe we can. The ground there looks pretty soft and perhaps we can dig out.”
“We might if we had a shovel.”