"I don't think anybody was ever here before." "I suppose not," said Mark, looking round.
"Here, have some more of my cheese," said the boy.

"You haven't got none." Mark nodded, and took the piece cut by the boy's pocket-knife, for it improved the dry bread.
"It's some of yours," said Dummy, with a grin.

"They give it me in the kitchen." Mark was looking round, and listening to the water.
"I say, Dummy, suppose there was to be a storm outside, and this place filled up, we should be drowned." "Never been no water along here, only drips," said the boy, examining the floor.

"No, there's never been any floods here." "How do you know ?" "Been some mud or sand left," said the boy, scraping in a narrow chink in the floor.

"All hard stone." "I suppose you're right; but we must be very deep down." "No.