Part 25 (1/2)
Fred made way for his companion, and, while he was peering through, the other amused himself by feeling the flat surface which stopped farther progress, and soon made out that there was a wall of rugged stone, built up evidently to stop the entrance; and this was matted together with ivy strands and roots which had forced their way in.
”Yes,” said Scarlett, at last, as he drew away; ”this is the entrance, and now we've got to find it from outside.”
”Yes; but how?”
”Oh, we shall soon find it. Get the boat, and hunt all along till we find a place that has been built like a wall, and then search for this hole.”
”And how about the ivy all over it?”
Scarlett was silent for a while.
”I had forgotten all about the ivy,” he said.
”If we could tell about where it was, I dare say we could soon find it.”
”Yes, but we can't tell yet.”
”And we shan't find out by stopping here, Scar; and oh, I say--”
”What's the matter?”
”The water's right up in my pockets. Come along back.”
”But we've got to go in the dark.”
”Can't help it. I don't mind so much now, for we can't go wrong. Come along.”
Fred took the lead now, and they went steadily back, feeling their way along by the damp wall, and casting back from time to time regretful looks at the bright star of light, which grew less and less, and then disappeared; but as it pa.s.sed from sight, they saw to their great delight that there was a faint dawn, as it were, on ahead, and this grew brighter and brighter, till they seemed to turn a corner, and saw the bright rays shooting down through the hole, which they reached with a rather confused but correct notion that about here the pa.s.sage took a double curve, somewhat in the shape of the letter S; but they were too eager to get out into the wood again to give much attention to the configuration of the place.
”Hah!” exclaimed Fred, taking a long breath, and then beginning to squeeze the water out of his nether garment, ”that's better. I say, hadn't we better hide this hole?”
”I don't think we need; n.o.body ever comes here. Let's go and have a look down by the lake.”
CHAPTER NINE.
SOMETHING THE MATTER.
The two lads were so accustomed to rough country life and to making wading expeditions for trout in the little rivers, or rus.h.i.+ng in after the waves down by the seash.o.r.e, that, after giving their garments a thorough good wring, they soon forgot all about the dampness in the interest of searching for the entrance to the secret pa.s.sage down by the lake.
”I know how it must all have been,” said Scarlett. ”When our house was built, there must have been wars. I dare say it was in the War of the Roses, and that place was contrived, so that in case of need any one could escape.”
”Yes; and if the place was taken, the rightful owners could get in again.”
”And now it's all peace,” said Scarlett, thoughtfully, ”and we can make it our cave, and do what we like there.”
”But it isn't all peace,” said Fred. ”I heard father say that if the king went on much longer as he's going on now, there might be war.”
”Who with--France?”
”No; a civil war.”