Cleek nodded.
"You're right.... More sacks. If I wasn't so anxious to get out of this
place so that you shouldn't be late for your 'appointment' with our
friend Black Whiskers, I'd chance my luck and have a look what was in
'em. But there's no time now. We don't know how long this peculiar
journey of ours is going to last."
They pressed on steadily along the rough, rudely made floor, on and on
and on, the little torch showing always the few feet in front of them,
to safeguard them against any pitfalls that might be laid for the unwary
traveller. It seemed hours that they walked thus, and their wonder at
the elaborateness of this extraordinary tunnel system grew. There were
turnings every now and again, passageways branching off from the main one
into other patches of unbroken gloom. And it was a ticklish job at best.
At any moment someone might round the next corner and come upon them, and
then--the game would be up with a vengeance. At Dollops's suggestion they
followed always the turnings upon the right.
"Always keep to the right, sir, and you'll never go far wrong--that's
what they teaches you in Lunnon.
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