“Clem! Is it you?” Dave rushed to her side and put an arm around her.
“What’s left of me,” replied Clem, covering her real emotion with a light remark. “Oh, Dave, at least I’m not alone in this awful place!”
“I saw the light,” exclaimed Dave, in a subdued voice; “thought it might be Ol’ Fish-mask, so I laid low.”
“Have you followed the tunnel?”
“No, Sis; I looked around in here with the aid of some matches, and had just crawled behind the blanket when I heard the noise of your landing. I suppose that you dropped from the rock aiming to hit the same bunch of ferns that I did—”
“Exactly; and now we’re going to have our hands full getting out. One thing sure, we’ll never be found in here.”
“Ol’ Fish-mask may find us.”
“Ugh! We must hurry and find the way out. I’ll bet there’s a passage
