"Well, we're all right now," said Bunny. "But what are you going to do, Tom? Are you going back to Mr. Bixby?"
"I certainly am not! I've had enough pins and needles stuck in me, though you can't see 'em now," and he glanced down at his long, red hands. "I'm going to run away—that is, if I can find my way out of this cave."
"Oh, we can show you the way out all right," said Bunny. "But where are you going to run to."
"I don't know," said the boy slowly.
"You can run to our camp," put in Sue, "and we'll never tell Mr. Bixby you are there."
"That's right!" cried Bunny. "And maybe you can show us how he stuck pins and needles into you, so we could do it to ourselves."
"I don't believe I could," said Tom, with a shake of his tousled head. "But I'll be glad to run to your camp. I never want to see Mr. Bixby again."
"What made him stick pins and needles into you?"
"Maybe he didn't exactly do that. Maybe it only felt that way, for you couldn't see anything. He said he was doing it for an experiment."
"That's what the teacher does for the boys in the high school where we go, only we're in the lower class," said Bunny. "Some of the experiments make a funny smell."