It smelled musty up there.

And whenever a match was lighted the spiders started in their webs.

A lonely bat, settled for the winter, hung like an old stiff dishrag from a beam.
"Did you find the switch ?" Nick asked, as he fumbled hastily with the big brass light.

"All right, wait till I point the lens down, now turn it." There was no light.
"Did you turn it ?" "Sure." "Pull it out, maybe it works that way." There was no light, Norton paused in suspense while Nick shook the brass case and jarred the wiring to overcome a slight short circuit if there was any there.
"All right, turn it again." There was no light, and the two scouts stood baffled and heavy hearted in the lonely darkness..