“Can’t we open it?”
“It’s a spring! From the other side.”
“Marty! We’re not locked in this hole!”
“Yep, I’m afraid so!”
“Oh, Marty!” She was up at the door, candle in hand. She pushed! She pounded! It was locked, tight, with the catch on the other side!
“Oh-h-h!” Terror and panic seized her. What an awful thing had happened!
And no one even knew where they were!
Poor Marty, with a sprained ankle! She must not frighten him into a panic. She turned back and crept down the skeleton stairs.
“Can’t I get to a window?” she asked breathlessly.
“That one, over the big hole, is the only one with glass in,” Marty managed to answer. “The others is all barred up.”