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Chapter 12. Lost In The Darkness |
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_ CHAPTER TWELVE. LOST IN THE DARKNESS "What was it?" cried Mike excitedly: "something get hold of your leg?" "No," replied the boy, with a shiver, as his face turned clayey-looking. "Yes." "What was it--crab or a conger?" "Something ever so much worse," said Vince, with a shiver. "It looks quite hard down there, and all as tempting as can be; but it's loose quicksand, and my foot went down into it just as if it was so much sticky oil. There's no getting along there." "Lucky you hadn't let go," said Mike sympathetically. "Good job we found out as we have. It might have been much worse." "Worse? Why, I nearly went right in. And then I should have been sucked down. Ugh!" Vince shuddered; but the colour began to come naturally again into his cheeks, and after a bit he laughed as they waded back into the cavern-- being particularly careful, though, in spite of the roughness, to plant their feet on the pieces of shell-dotted stone beneath the surface. "Yes, it's all very well to laugh," said Mike, in an ill-used tone; "but you're always running risks and getting into some hobble." "Not such a good little boy as you, Ladle. You never do wrong, and-- There, see what you've done now!" cried Vince, as he stood now in the soft, dry sand, and nestled his feet in it to take the place of a towel. "What have I done now?" "Come down and left the candle burning. I know you did; and it will have burned into the socket and melted it. How will you like going back in the dark?" Mike stared at him aghast. "You did forget, now, didn't you?" "You never told me to put it out." "I didn't tell you to eat your dinner to-day, did I?" "No; but--" "Where's your common sense? Now we shall have to go all through that dark hole like a couple of worms." "No, we shan't," cried Mike. "I've got common sense enough to know you said you had some bits of candle in your pocket." "Humph!" grunted Vince, whose eyes were wandering in all directions about the beautiful cave. "What's the good of candles without something to stick them in? That socket's melted off, I know." "Soon manage that," said Mike, picking up a large whorled shell. "There's a natural candlestick; and if we hadn't found that, our fists would have done, or we could have stuck the candle on to the lanthorn with some of the grease." "My word, he is a clever old Ladle!" cried Vince jeeringly. "I say, isn't this dry sand jolly for your legs? Mine are as right as can be." "Capital," said Mike, who was pulling on his grey knitted socks. "I say, though, we have found out a place. I vote we come often." "Yes," said Vince. "After a bit we shall be able to step through that dark hole as easily as can be." "Yes, and in half the time. It's all very well to bounce, but it was queer work coming down." "I don't bounce, Ladle; I felt squirmy enough. Of course you couldn't help feeling creepy when you didn't know where you were going next." "Well, I daresay you felt so too." "Of course I did," continued Vince. "I expected to put my foot in a great crack every minute, and fall right through to Botany Bay." "Yes," said Mike seriously. "There's something about being in the dark that is queer." "Till you get used to it," said Vince, jumping up, with his boots laced. "Now, then, look sharp. I want to have another good look round." "Ready," said Mike. "I say, let's make a fireplace here, and bring wood, and get a frying-pan and a kettle, and cook fish and make tea and enjoy ourselves." Vince nodded assent. "Yes," he said; "might sleep here if you came to that. Sand would make a jolly bed and bed-clothes too. I say, we've found a place that some boys would give their heads to have. Why, there's no end to the fun we can have here. We can fish from the mouth." "Yes, and I found some oysters--put my foot on them." "And we can bring things by degrees: potatoes and apples and flour. Why, Ladle, old chap, we can beat old Robinson Crusoe all to nothing, and smugglers and robbers and those sort of people. But we must keep it a secret. If any one else knew of this place being here it would be spoiled at once. I say, what's that?" "What?" said Mike. "That dark bit there?" and Vince nodded to a spot in the gloomiest part of the cavern, right up in one corner, where the roof rose highest. "Crack in the rock. There's another just beyond." "Yes, a regular split. Hope it don't mean that the roofs going to tumble in." "Not just yet," said Mike, gazing up curiously at the fault in the granite stratum. "We might try where it goes to." "Want a ladder," said Vince; "and you may carry it, for I'm not going to try and bring that sort of thing down here. I say, there's the place to make a fire, just by the mouth, and then the smoke will all go up outside; and we can wash our fish and keep the place clean. Those pools will be splendid. There's one deep enough to bathe in." "There, I tell you what," said Mike; "we've got about as splendid a place close to home as any fellows could find if they went all over the world. I say, though, how we could laugh at old Joe if we brought him down and showed him the Scraw has about as beautiful a cave as there is anywhere!" "I say, don't talk about it. I wouldn't have any one know for the world; and do be careful about smuggling things down here." "Don't you be afraid of that," said Mike. "Hi, look! There's a shoal of fish out there. Mackerel, I think." "Oh, the place teems with fish, I'm sure," said Vince, as he watched the shimmering of the surface just in a smooth patch beyond where the sea was troubled. "Now, then, shall we go and look at the other place before we go back?" "Yes," said Mike, but his tone suggesting no. "I feel as if I could sit down in the sand and look out at the sea and the birds on the rocks there opposite for ever." "Without getting hungry, I suppose," said Vince. "Come on. It won't be long before we come down again. I say, Ladle, what a place to come to on wet days!" "Splendid; and I shan't be satisfied till you and I have sailed round here to see if there isn't a way of getting into the bay with a boat." "We might; but I daresay there isn't. Very likely it's such a race and so full of rocks that we should be upset directly. Come on." They went down and peered through the low arch into the narrow way between the rocks, and onward into the other chamber, which looked black and dark to them as they entered from the well-lit outer cavern. But in a few minutes their eyes were accustomed to the gloom, and the place seemed filled with a soft, pearly light which impressed Mike, who was the poetical lad of the pair. "I say," he said softly, "isn't this one beautiful?" "Not half so beautiful as the other," said Vince bluntly. "Oh yes, it is so soft and grey. It's just as if it was the inside of a great oyster-shell." "And you were a pearl," cried Vince, laughing. "Never mind; it is very jolly, though, and if ever we slept here this place would do for bedroom, but I don't think that's very likely. Well, I suppose we'd better go. We've been here a precious long time, and I shall be late for tea." "Never mind: come home and have tea with me. I don't feel in much of a hurry to go up through that black hole." "We shan't mind it if it hasn't tumbled in since we came, and shut us up." "I say, don't!" cried Mike, with a look of horror. "That might be true, you know." "Yes; but pigs might fly," cried Vince, laughing. "I say, what a chap you are to take fright! Puzzle a stone place like that to tumble in. A few bits might come off the roof, but even then we could crawl over them, for they must leave a hole where they come from. Ready?" "Yes," said Mike unwillingly, and they walked to the foot of the slide. "I'll go first," cried Vince; and, seizing the rope, he held on by it, and, shortening his hold as he went, contrived to walk right up to the top, in spite of the great angle at which it stood. "Try that way, Mike: it's as easy as easy." The boy tried, and after a slip or two managed to reach the top pretty well. Here it was found that the candle had burned right out, but without injuring the socket; and a fresh piece having been set up, a light was soon obtained, and they started back, after deciding to leave the rope where it was, ready for their next visit, as they did not anticipate any difficulty about climbing back up the various step-like falls. There was plenty to have detained them during their return journey, for the passage of the little underground river presented a wonderfully different aspect from the new point of view, and often seemed dimly mysterious by the feeble yellow light of the horn lanthorn; but there were no difficulties that a couple of active lads ready to help each other did not readily surmount; and they went on turning curves and loops and corners, mounting places that were once waterfalls, and steadily progressing, till Mike was horrified by one of his companion's remarks. It was just as they had paused breathless before beginning to climb one of the great step-like impediments. "I say, Ladle," he cried, "suppose the water was to come back all of a sudden, and begin rushing down here! What should we do?" But Mike recovered his balance directly. "Pooh!" he cried; "how could it? I don't believe there has been water along here for hundreds of years." He began to climb, and they went on again, till it struck Vince seriously that they were a very long time getting out, and he cried, in alarm,-- "I say, we haven't taken a wrong turning, have we?" His words struck a chill through both, and they stood there speechless for some moments, gazing in each other's dimly seen faces. "Couldn't," cried Mike at last. "We did not pass a single turning." "Didn't see a single turning?" said Vince. "No, we did not; but we might easily have passed one going sharply off to right or left, and come along it without noticing." "I say, don't say that," whispered Mike hoarsely; "it sounds so horrible. Why, we may be going right away from the daylight into some horrible maze of a place underground." "Seems as if that's what we are doing," said Vince sadly, "or we should have got out by now. We must have borne off to right or left, and--here we are." "Yes; here we are," chorused Mike, rather piteously; "but it's no use to be dumpy, is it? Let's go back to the cave and start again, unless we can find out where we turned off as we go." Vince did not reply, but opened the lanthorn, and raised his finger and thumb to his lips to moisten them before snuffing the candle, which was long-wicked, and threatened to gutter down. "Mind!" cried Mike warningly, as he thought of their former fright. "Well, I am minding. Didn't you see that I wouldn't wet my fingers? There! that's right." He cleverly snuffed the candle, which flashed up brightly directly, and seemed to illumine the boy's brain more clearly, as well as the glittering roof and sides of the water-worn passage, for he spoke out sharply directly after. "Look here, Ladle," he cried, "I don't believe we can have come wrong." "Don't be obstinate," replied Mike; "we must have come wrong, or we shouldn't be here now." "I don't know that." "But I do. See what a while we have been climbing back." "Yes; because it has all been uphill, and we had so much to think of going that we did not notice how far we went." "But we've been hours coming back." "Not we. You were tired, and that's made it seem so long. Come on: the way must be right." "No; let's turn back. I'm tired, and don't want to do it, but it's the best way." "But it will take so long," cried Vince. "It'll take longer if we're going on walking we don't know where," said Mike ominously. "Oh, come, I say, don't go on like that," cried Vince. "Fellows who are mates ought to try and cheer one another up, and you're doing nothing but cheer one down." "I must speak the truth," said Mike gloomily. "Here! do leave off! Why, you're as bad as that old raven out over the Scraw--all croak, croak, croak!" "I don't want to croak; I only want for us to find the way out. Let's go back and make a fresh start." "I shan't," said Vince: "we're right now, I'm sure, only we went wrong just now." "There! I knew it! How far was it back?" "Just where we took fright and began to fancy we were wrong. Now then, forward." "No," said Mike firmly; "we'll go back. You are always so rash, and will not think." "Yes, I will; I'm thinking now!" cried Vince warmly, "and I think that you're about the most pig-headed fellow that there ever was. Now, look here, Ladle, don't be stupid. I'm as sure as sure that we are going right after all, and all we've got to do is to go straight on." "And I'm sure that we ought to go back." "I shan't go back!" "And I shan't go forward!" cried Mike angrily. "All right, then: I shan't go back. Only mind how you go, old chap: those places where we had to creep down are rather awkward, and you may take the skin off your nose." "What do you mean by that?" cried Mike. "Only that I've got the candle," said Vince, laughing. "I'll come and see you to-morrow, and bring you something to eat, for you'll never find your way out again in the dark." "But I'm not going in the dark, old clever!" cried Mike, snatching the lanthorn suddenly from his companion. "How now?" "So how!" cried Vince, springing at him, and seizing the light structure of tin and horn. Then there was a sharp struggle, the two lads swaying here and there in the narrow place, till Vince flung his companion heavily against the wall, giving him so violent a jar as he clung to the lanthorn that the candle was jumped out of its socket, fell over against the side, and before the boys could even think of getting the door open, the light flashed upon their startled faces and went out. "You've done it now," cried Mike, in a dolorous tone. "Oh, come, I like that," said Vince. "Who snatched the lanthorn away? Wait till we get out, and you'll see what I'll give you." "Get out the tinder-box quickly," said Mike. "What for? Suppose I want you to snatch it away? I'm going on in the dark, same as you're going back." "Don't be an idiot," cried Mike, who was growing desperate. "Get out the tinder-box and strike a light." "Good-night," replied Vince tauntingly; "I'm off. Shall I tell them you'll be home to-morrow?" For answer Mike sprang at him and grasped him tightly. "No, you don't play me that trick," he cried. "Get out that tinder-box at once." "Not I," cried Vince. "Get out that tinder-box at once!" "Do you want to make me savage?" growled Vince. "I don't care what I make you now," cried Mike. "You're going to strike a light, so that we can find our way out." "I'm not going to strike a light and go back to please you, Ladle, and so I tell you," said Vince, holding his companion at arm's length, with his teeth set, and a strong desire rising in him to double his fists and strike. "Give me the flint and steel," cried Mike fiercely. For answer Vince wrenched himself free, thrust out his hands, and, guiding himself by the wall, backed softly away and stood motionless, listening to Mike's movements. Then, stooping, he picked up a stone and pitched it over where he supposed Mike to be standing, with the result that it clattered down on the floor. His anger had evaporated, and his face relaxed into a grin, for his ruse took effect directly. Judging that the noise was made by Vince backing from him, and in his horror and confusion mistaking his way, Mike thrust out his hands and went in the direction of the sound, while, under cover of the noise made, Vince backed still farther, moving as silently as he could. "Now then," cried Mike, from fully thirty yards away, "it's of no use,-- I have you. No more nonsense: take out that box and strike a light." Vince turned aside to smother his laughter, then turned back to listen. "Do you hear me?" cried Mike, in a hoarse, excited tone. "You'll be sorry for this. See if I come out with you again!" Vince remained perfectly still, listening while he heard Mike make a short dash or two in the darkness as if to seize him, kicking up the stones on the floor and once more threatening what he would do when he got hold of his companion again. Then he shouted louder, his voice echoing along the passage; and at last from far back in the darkness he groaned out: "Vince! Vince, old chap, don't leave me here all alone!" That appeal went home to Vince's heart at once. "Who's going to?" he cried rather huskily. "Come on. This way, old obstinate. Mr Deane's quite right: he always said you would have your own way, even if you knew you were wrong." "But I am so sure, Cinder--I am indeed," cried the lad, piteously. "It is this way--it is indeed! Oh, do strike a light!" "There now! I'm going to show you how wrong you are," said Vince triumphantly. "Not now: let's get out of this dreadful place." "'Tisn't a dreadful place; it's only you scaring yourself about nothing, same as I did. It's this way. Come along." "Yes, I'll come," said Mike meekly; "only don't go far, and then let's get back. But do strike a light." "What for? There's no need. Come along, close up to me." Mike came, blindly feeling his way, till he touched his companion, and his hands closed tightly upon Vince's shoulder and arm. "There!" cried Vince, "look straight before you. What can you see?" Mike uttered a cry of joy, for right upward, and apparently at a great distance, there was a feeble light, and a minute or two later the two lads were beneath the matted roofing of brambles, through which the bright evening glow was streaming. Directly after, they were out upon the surrounding stones, carefully scanning the ridge, to see if they had been observed. But the place was absolutely solitary, and, after hiding the lanthorn down in the rift, the lads started for home in silence, Mike feeling annoyed and aggrieved, while Vince's breast was full of triumphant satisfaction. "I say," he said, as they reached at last a little opening in among the scrub oak trees, "are we two going to have it out before we go home?" "No," said Mike shortly. "Oh! all right, then; only you didn't speak or make any apology when you knew you were wrong." "Yes," said Mike, after an interval, "I know I was wrong. I'm very sorry, Vince." "So am I," said the latter, "and something worse." Mike looked at him wonderingly. "Yes, ever so much: I'm about half-starved." Mike made no reply, but walked on in silence for some time, and it was not until they were near home that he turned again and held out his hand. "I'm very sorry, Vince," he said. "What about?" cried Vince. "That we had such a row." "Oh, bother! I'd forgotten all about it. Don't make any more fuss about that. I say, what a bit of luck! We must keep it quiet, though, eh?" "Quiet? I wouldn't have any one know for the world!" _ |
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