Chapter 35
With the help of the embossed map, the group of explorers could finally be sure where they were going. The deeper they went, the more forks there were in the tunnel, but the passages were getting wider and taller. The captain kept picking up the pace, sometimes streaking so far ahead that they spent minutes stumbling about in the dark, while the faint, white glimmer of her torch was barely visible in the distance. On once such occasion, Ben grabbed Maya’s arm.
“Don’t be in such a hurry! The captain will wait for us. And… I’ve got something to tell you,” he whispered in her ear.
Maya stopped. Ben could only make out her outline in the gloom, but he imagined the sparkle in those curious eyes.
“I tried using the paintbrush.”
“You did what?” she cried out, and her exclamation r
