Much refreshed by their sleep, but somewhat stiff from the dampness and the unaccustomed work of the evening before, they proceed on their way, still climbing upward and still in a darkness, that was only partly dispelled by the feeble glare of the torch, which was now growing alarmingly small.
"The light won't last more than a couple o' hours," said Leroy. "Perhaps we had better split the stick in two." This was done, and thus the feeble light was reduced one-half.
Would the caves never come to an end? Such was the question Larry asked himself over and over again. Was it possible that they were to journey so far only to find themselves trapped at last? The thought made him shiver, and he pushed on faster than ever.
"Do you know what I think?" said Leroy, an hour later. "I think we are moving around in a circle?"
"A circle?"
"Ay, lad. Don't you notice how the passageway keeps turning to the right?"
Larry had noticed it. "But we are going upward," he said.
