She straightened, biting her lips and wondering why she was not more physically uncomfortable than she felt herself to be.
Then hearing a crumbling noise behind her, Tory turned her eyes. The bricks against which her head had been resting had been loosened. She had not been dizzy, the movement had taken place in them.
Picking up a stick that lay beside her feet she thrust it idly inside a tiny crevice.
Actually by this time Tory had lost interest in what had been an ardent enthusiasm earlier in the day.
She was excited, however, when a brick, displaced from its former position, tumbled to the ground, yet for the moment uttered no exclamation that might attract attention.
Thrusting her hand into the opening she tugged at another brick. The exertion was unnecessary. It yielded at once to her touch. Two other bricks were as easily removed.
Tory then discovered a hollow opening several feet deep.
There was nothing visible inside; the space appeared dark and empty.
Then Tory did call out and Mr. Hammond and the group of Girl Scouts crowded close about her.
“Would you mind thrusting your hand inside and seeing if there is anything stored away? I don’t think it very nice of me to ask you because I am afraid of touching something spooky or clammy. Do you mind?”