For a long moment, Judy made no reply. Then she pulled her head out of the opening, staring at her friend rather wide-eyed.
“What’s wrong?” Ardeth questioned. “Did you see a ghost?”
“You look down there in that hole,” Judy urged. “Tell me what you see.”
Ardeth moved in close beside her, peering into the darkness. A gust of wind ruffled her hair and nearly bowled her headlong into the cave. She grasped a projection of limestone rock for support.
“See it?” Judy demanded.
“Pete, you mean?”
“No! No! Look far down the passageway, Ardeth.”
Try as she would, Ardeth could see nothing save empty space. Now that her eyes were becoming more accustomed to the blackness, she could make out a white rock floor, and on the ceiling, a wet patch where grew a tight mat of lichens. But that was all.
“Look down,” Judy directed again. “I’m sure I didn’t imagine that I saw something moving in the passageway.”
Once more Ardeth directed her gaze below, and involuntarily stiffened.