On the only open side was the deadly maelstrom.
Even Mukoki as he glanced about him was struck by the humor of their situation, and chuckled softly.
Wabi stood with his hands deep in his soaked pockets, facing the moonlit walls.

Then he turned to Rod, and grinned; then he faced the whirlpool, and after that his eyes swept the space of sky above them.
The situation was funny, at first; but when he looked at the white youth again the smile had died out of his face.
"Wouldn't that madman have fun if he found us now!" he whispered.
Mukoki was traveling slowly around the rock walls.

The space in which they were confined was not more than fifty feet in diameter, and there was not even a crack by means of which a squirrel might have found exit.

The prison was perfect.

The old pathfinder came back and sat down with a grunt.
"We might as well have supper and a good sleep," suggested Rod, who was hungry.