And closer he got.
And then his steady successes were offset by a disaster that caused even his face to blanch.
The stuff he moved settled and closed up the passage behind him, hemmed him into a little space of two feet by six and high enough for him to kneel in, and here he must stay until released, for the stuff just there was too heavy for him to even budge.
He must reveal himself or starve to death!
[CHAPTER XIII.]
IN A BAD BOX.
Shadow was in a fix.
And it was a fix as bad as it was strange.
The pile of old junk through which the passage ran had settled down, closing it up.