"Why, I didn't notice, but it seems ever so long since I heard any of the others."

     "Come to think, Becky, we are away down below them--and I don't know how far away north, or south, or east, or whichever it is. We couldn't hear them here."

     Becky grew apprehensive.

     "I wonder how long we've been down here, Tom? We better start back."

     "Yes, I reckon we better. P'raps we better."

     "Can you find the way, Tom? It's all a mixed-up crookedness to me."

     "I reckon I could find it--but then the bats. If they put our candles out it will be an awful fix. Let's try some other way, so as not to go through there."

     "Well. But I hope we won't get lost. It would be so awful!" and the girl shuddered at the thought of the dreadful possibilities.

     They started through a corridor, and traversed it in silence a long way, glancing at each new opening, to see if there was anything familiar about the look of it; but they were all strange. Every time Tom made an examination, Becky would watch his face for an encouraging sign, and he would say cheerily: