y into another cellar."

"Mind how you go, sir. Steady."

"Yes, but make haste."

"There's a door," whispered Don. "Loose my hand."

He hastily felt all over the door, but it was perfectly blank, not so
much as a keyhole to be found, and though he pressed and strained at it,
he could make no impression.

"It's no use, Jem. Let's try the other door."

"I don't believe there are no other door," said Jem. "That's the way
out."

"No, no; the way out is on the other side."

"This here is t'other side," said Jem, "only we arn't over there now."

"I'm sure it can't be."

"And I'm sure it can be, my lad. Nothing arn't more puzzling than being
shut up in the dark. You loses yourself directly, and then you can't
find yourself again."

"But the door where the men went out is over there."

"Yah! That it arn't," cried Jem. "Don't throw your fisties about that
how. That's my nose."

"I'm very sorry, Jem. I did not mean--"

"Course you didn't, but that's what I said. When you're in the dark you
don't know where you are, nor where any one else is."

"Let's try down that other side, and I'll show you that you are wrong."

"Can't show me, my lad. You may make me feel, but you did that just now
when you hit me on the nose. Well? Fun' it?"

"No, not yet," said Don, as he crept slowly along from the doorway; and
then carefully on and on, till he must have come to the place from which
they started.

"No, not yet," grumbled Jem. "Nor more you won't if you go on for
ever."

"I'm afraid you're right, Jem."

"I'm right, and I arn't afraid," said Jem; "leastwise, save that my
head's going on aching for ever."

Don felt all round the cellar again, and then heaved a sigh.

"Yes; there's only one door, Jem. Could we break it down?"

"I could if I'd some of the cooper's tools," said Jem, quietly; "but you
can't break strong doors with your fisties, and you can't get out of
brick cellars with your teeth."

"Of course, we're underground."

"Ay! No doubt about that, Mas' Don."

"Let's knock and ask for a pencil and paper to send a message."

Jem uttered a loud chuckle as he seated himself on the floor.

"I like that, Mas' Don. 'Pon my word I do. Might just as well hit your
head again the wall."

"Better use yours for a battering ram, Jem," said Don, angrily. "It's
thicker than mine."

There was silence after this.

"He's sulky because of what I've said," thought Don.

"Oh, my poor head!" tho