"Jump up, Moses, and try it," said the hermit. "If your bulky shoulders get through, we can all manage it."
The negro was about to obey the order when Nigel let the lantern fall and the shock extinguished it.
"Oh! Massa Nadgel; das a pritty business!"
"Never mind," said Van der Kemp. "I've got matches, I think, in my—no, I haven't. Have you, Moses?"
"No, massa, I forgit to remember him."
"No matter, run back—you know the road well enough to follow it in the dark. We will wait here till you return. Be smart, now!"
Moses started off at once and for some moments the sound of clattering along the passage was heard.
"I will try to clamber through in the dark. Look after Winnie, Nigel—and don't leave the spot where you stand, dear one, for there are cracks and holes about that might sprain your little ankles."
"Very well, father."
"All right. I've got through, Nigel; I'll feel my way on for a little bit. Remain where you are."