“We won’t drown if I can help it,” declared Judy. “We’ll haunt the fountain ourselves. We’ll yell until somebody comes and shuts it off!”
“It won’t work,” Horace predicted. “Nobody will hear us except those thugs, and they’ll just laugh and let us drown.”
“Blackberry’s out there. He may hear us.”
“You’re right, sis!” exclaimed Horace. “He may be able to find another opening.”
“Is Blackberry ... a dog?” Dick asked from the cot. “A dog ... might dig ... to meet you. Shovel ... out there ... by the furnace. Watch it, though! Roof might ... cave in. Better ... to drown.”
“Well, if it’s a choice of ways to die,” Horace said grimly, “I think I’d rather die digging.”
“So would I,” agreed Judy, “but aren’t we being a little too morbid? Peter wouldn’t let us drown. Dad wouldn’t—”
“But they don’t know!”
“That’s what I mean,” insisted Judy. “We’ll have to get help. If we call loud enough someone may hear us.”
“She’s right,” agreed Dick. “Got to ... take ... chance. Funny, though. Your dog ... didn’t bark.”