Cleek whistled inaudibly, and turning round upon Dollops a happy light in
his eyes and a smile, almost of amusement on his lips.
"Gad!" he exclaimed softly. "Game to try this, Dollops. I am going to
have a shot at it myself."
"But you ain't got no firearms on yer, sir, in case o' h'accidents,"
returned the literal minded Dollops, "and no man in 'is senses would
attempt to go down that thing without 'em."
"Well, I've been called a lunatic before this, lad. And going down it I
am, this minute. And if you've the least qualms at following me, you can
just watch up here and warn me with the old signal if you hear any one
coming. But I'm going down, to find out where this thing leads to, and a
dollar to a ducat it'll lead to a good deal that means the unravelling of
a riddle. The fellow who tangled the threads in the first place has a
head any one might admire. But what I want to know is what he's taking
all this trouble for. Coming, Dollops?"
Dollops sent a reproachful look into Cleek's face and sniffed audibly.
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