You keep the lanthorn well up, so that you can see where you go, and then you can stop." "Suppose you lead now," said Mike: "my arm aches awfully with holding up the light." "All right: I'll go first, then." "But I'm not afraid to!" cried Mike hastily.
"Well, I am, Ladle," said Vince frankly; "and I shall go very slowly and carefully, I can tell you.

Here, you carry the rope and hammer.

Stop a minute, though: how's the light ?" He opened the lanthorn door now, and was surprised to see how little the candle was burned down, but there was a tremendously long snuff with a fungous top.
"I thought it was very dull," he said; and, moistening his fingers, he snuffed the candle.--"Now we shall have a better light." But unfortunately he had moistened his fingers too much, and the result was that the shortened wick hissed, sputtered, burned blue, and then without further warning went out.
"Oh!" cried Mike, in tones of horror, as they stood there in profound darkness.
"Oh!" was echoed along the passage, and prolonged as if in a groan..