CHAPTER IXUP THE TOWER
The tunnel went on and on, and on, with the floor sometimes dropping and sometimes rising. In the low places, the walls dripped moisture, and gave birth to hideous growths of fungi. The air was stagnant and heavy with a dank, musty smell.
Worrals stopped and turned wondering eyes to Frecks. “This has got me guessing,” she announced. “I reckoned it wouldn’t go beyond the garden boundary, but we must be far outside it. The trouble is, I’ve no idea in which direction we’re travelling.”
“Go ahead,” requested Frecks. “I’m no good for this sort of thing. If you see any toads you’d better warn me, because I’m liable to shriek!”
They went on again, and Worrals lit the last straw. “If we have to come back this way we look like doing it in the dark,” she announced cheerful
