“It’s right over the whirlpool!” she faltered.
“And it’s deep—”
“You bet it is! I didn’t want to tell you, but I thought sure I was in China.”
Holding the candle high above her head Gloria glared at the forbidding hole they were trapped in.
It was terrible, awful! They were trapped, locked in a cellar with that awful ill smelling water all about them.
“Marty!” she gasped, sinking down beside him on the little landing. “Marty, what shall we do?”
“Pray,” answered Marty. “Maybe some ’un ’ill come!”
That was the boy’s way. To ask and to hope! She had only seen despair. But now she remembered. Trixy and Ben were to ride out to Aunt Hattie’s for her, and she, Trixy, knew they were coming to Echoes!
“If only I could get to that window,” she panted. “Maybe Trixy will come!”
“Sure! Listen! There’s a car!”