The bottom of the well was lit by the sun. There was a streamlet that passed by on one side and solid ground bordering the stream. A pail hung down.
The girl had gotten up, and said tearfully, "Mr bother went down there, and he hasn't come back."
"How long ago?" asked Mick.
"An hour or two. The bucket's cracked, and we couldn't get anything. He went down by the rope. He stooped to get water; and then he turned around, and was gone."
"I can climb down, and see if he's there," said Mick. "If I'm gone for more than a minute, go to my sister there at the tree, and tell her what happened. She is Jane."
"Oh, no!" wept the girl. "I want to go with you!"
Mick was undecided what he should do; then he said he would climb down first. If he waved, for her to come down too. He grabbed the rope, and let himself down. He was careful to land on the ledge. Looking around, he could see that the ground was stone and nearly level. There were walls that seemed to open into other passages. There was lighting, too, some places brighter than others, as the sunlight seemed to enter through cracks in the walls. No one was there. He waved to the girl. It took her a little longer to get down.
"He's not here," said Mick.
"Oh, no! He's lost!"
"What is his name? We'll call him."
"Ted."
Mick began calling him, and shortly the girl too. They stopped and listened. There was no reply.
"I don't know how we can get help now," said Mick, discouraged.
"I will go look for him."
"It's a little scary down here. Maybe we should just go to the end of the wall where it opens in a different direction and call."
"Yes," said the girl.
They cautiously walked to the corner of the wall, looking in all directions; and reached the corner in three or four minutes. What they saw around the corner was the same: walls irregularly lit by the sun. They called out Ted's name again, but there was no answer. The girl wanted to continue walking, but Mick warned her they don't know which direction Ted took; and they could get lost, and never get out.
"I could count — " the girl started; but quickly stopped. They could hear a faint rumble in the distance; and it kept getting louder.
"Let's get back to the well," said Mick urgently. If it's not your brother, we better escape."
They both ran toward the well. The rumble was very loud now.
(continued)
