"Vere you vas, den? How you t'ink I come py you oof I don'd know dot? Chiminy grickets, aber dis iss keveer!"
"I'm inside the cliff," Matt answered. "Push through the bushes."
Carl stepped in front of the trailing vines and brush.
"Iss it all righdt?" he quavered.
"Come on, come on," called Matt impatiently.
Carl pushed the bushes and vines aside, revealing a wide clear space which had been completely masked by the foliage. The ground, breaking in a level stretch from the cliff road, led smoothly away into the very bosom of the cliff.
Still dubious, Carl pushed slowly on into the darkness. The vines fell back behind him and the parted bushes snapped across the opening.
"I can't see nodding!" he wailed.
"Come straight ahead," said Matt reassuringly. "I'm only a little ways off, and the car is here, too."
"Iss der shpook in der car?"