“I think it would be a good idea for some one to go in and find out,” suggested Mark.
“Bless my soul!” gasped Indian. “I won’t, for one.”
“And I for two, b’gee!” said Dewey, with especial emphasis.
The rest were just as hasty to decline. One look at that black hole was enough to deter any one. But Mark, getting more and more impatient at the delay, more and more resolved to end that mystery, was slowly making up his mind that he was not going to be deterred. And suddenly he stepped forward.
“Give me a ‘boost,’” he said. “I’m going in.”
“You!” echoed the six, in a breath. “Your arm!”
“I don’t care!” responded he, with decision. “I’m going to find out what’s inside, and I’m going to hurry up about it, too.”
“Do you mean you’re going to crawl through that hole?”
“That’s just what I do,” he said.
Texas sprang forward with an excited look.