An' that's what I always follows. It's
no use gittin' lost. So best make a set rule and foller it."
"Well, at any rate there's no harm in doing so," responded Cleek a little
glumly. "We don't know the way out and we might as well try one plan as
another. Seems pretty well closed up for the night, doesn't it? It
certainly is a passage and if the door at the other end is impassable
after all this wandering, I'll, I'll--I don't know."
"Carn't do no good by worritin', sir. Just 'ave to carry on--that's all
we _kin_ do," responded Dollops, with some effort at comfort. "There's
summink in front of us now. Looks like the end of the blinkin' cage,
don't it? Better investigate afore we 'it it too hard, sir."
"You're right, Dollops."
Cleek stepped cautiously forward into the gloom, lighting it up as he
progressed, the rays of his tiny torch always some five feet ahead of
him. And the end it proved to be, in every sense of the word. For here,
leading upward as the other had done, was a similar little flight of
clay-hewn steps, while at the top of them--Cleek gave a long sigh of
relief--showed a square of indigo, a couple of stars and--escape at last.
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