But Mr.Chipperton was not talking to him.
"I'll tell you what I believe,"-- said Corny, gasping.
But it was of no use to wait to hear what she believed.

I believed it myself.
"Hello!" I cried to the shoemaker before I reached him.

"Did a gentleman stay behind here ?" "I didn't see none," said the man, looking up in surprise, as we charged on him.
"Then," I cried, "he's shut down in that well! Jump up and open the door!" The shoemaker did jump up, and we helped him move the bench, and had the trap-door open in no time.

By this, the rest of the party had come back, and when Mrs.Chipperton saw the well open and no Mr.Chipperton about, she turned as white as a sheet.

We could hardly wait for the man to light his lamp, and as soon as he started down the winding stairs, Rectus and I followed him.