Josh heard Pete groaning. “Pete! Pete! Where are you?” He tried to feel his way along the wall. “Where are you? I'm coming.”
“I'm okay! Stay where you are!” Pete yelled. Rubbing his head, he felt something warm and sticky running down his face. Blood! “Don't move, Josh, you might fall over me.”
His head still hurting from the blow, Pete slowly rose to his feet. The sheep would be long gone by now. Without any light, he and Josh couldn't chase after them. They could only stumble forwards. But if there were another fork in the tunnel, which one would they take? Without the sheep, they could stagger around these tunnels forever.
Just then he felt something brush against his leg. Bending down he again felt the thick woolly coat of a sheep. “Thank God,” he murmured. “Josh, I have one of the
