CHAPTER TWELVE.
LOST IN THE DARKNESS.
"What was it ?" cried Mike excitedly: "something get hold of your leg ?" "No," replied the boy, with a shiver, as his face turned clayey-looking.
"Yes." "What was it--crab or a conger ?" "Something ever so much worse," said Vince, with a shiver.

"It looks quite hard down there, and all as tempting as can be; but it's loose quicksand, and my foot went down into it just as if it was so much sticky oil.

There's no getting along there." "Lucky you hadn't let go," said Mike sympathetically.

"Good job we found out as we have.

It might have been much worse." "Worse?
Why, I nearly went right in.