Yes; but we shant be home before mother is, and then fatherll take away the carpet and say its dangerous or something, said Cyril.
I DO wish we hadnt come, said Jane.
And every one else said Shut up, except Anthea, who suddenly awoke the Phoenix and said
Look here, I believe YOU can help us. Oh, I do wish you would!
I will help you as far as lies in my power, said the Phoenix, at once. What is it you want now?
Why, we want to get home, said every one.
Oh, said the Phoenix. Ah, hum! Yes. Home, you said? Meaning?
Where we livewhere we slept last nightwhere the altar is that your egg was hatched on.
Oh, there! said the Phoenix. Well, Ill do my best. It fluttered on to the carpet and walked up and down for a few minutes in deep thought. Then it drew itself up proudly.
I CAN help you, it said. I am almost sure I can help you. Unless I am grossly deceived I can help you. You wont mind my leaving you for an hour or two? and without waiting for a reply it soared up through the dimness of the tower into the brightness above.
Now, said Cyril, firmly, it said an hour or two. But Ive read about captives and people shut up in dungeons and catacombs and things awaiting release, and I know each moment is an eternity. Those people always do something to pass the desperate moments. Its no use our trying to tame spiders, because we shant have time.
I HOPE not, said Jane, doubtfully.
But we ought to scratch our names on the stones or something.
I say, talking of stones, said Robert, you see that heap of stones against the wall over in that corner. Well, Im certain theres a hole in the wall thereand I believe its a door. Yes, look herethe stones are round like an arch in the wall; and heres the holeits all black inside.
He had walked over to the heap as he spoke and climbed up to itdislodged the top stone of the heap and uncovered a little dark space.
Next moment every one was helping to pull down the heap of stones, and very soon every one threw off its jacket, for it was warm work.
It IS a door, said Cyril, wiping his face, and not a bad thing either, if
He was going to add if anything happens to the Phoenix, but he didnt for fear of frightening Jane. He was not an unkind boy when he had leisure to think of such things.
The arched hole in the wall grew larger and larger. It was very, very black, even compared with the sort of twilight at the bottom of the tower; it grew larger because the children kept pulling off the stones and throwing them down into another heap. The stones must have been there a very long time, for they were covered with moss, and some of them were stuck together by it. So it was fairly hard work, as Robert pointed out.
When the hole reached to about halfway between the top of the arch and the tower, Robert and Cyril let themselves down cautiously on the inside, and lit matches. How thankful they felt then that they had a sensible father, who did not forbid them to carry matches, as some boys fathers do. The father of Robert and Cyril only insisted on the matches being of the kind that strike only on the box.
Its not a door, its a sort of tunnel, Robert cried to the girls, after the first match had flared up, flickered, and gone out. Stand offwell push some more stones down!
They did, amid deep excitement. And now the stone heap was almost goneand before them the girls saw the dark archway leading to unknown things. All doubts and fears as to getting home were forgotten in this thrilling moment. It was like Monte Cristoit was like
I say, cried Anthea, suddenly, come out! Theres always bad air in places that have been shut up. It makes your torches go out, and then you die. Its called fire-damp, I believe. Come out, I tell you.
The urgency of her tone actually brought the boys outand then every one took up its jacket and fanned the dark arch with it, so as to make the air fresh inside. When Anthea thought the air inside must be freshened by now, Cyril led the way into the arch.
The girls followed, and Robert came last, because Jane refused to tail the procession lest something should come in after her, and catch at her from behind. Cyril advanced cautiously, lighting match after match, and peering before him.
Its a vaulting roof, he said, and its all stoneall right, Panther, dont keep pulling at my jacket! The air must be all right because of the matches, silly, and there arelook outthere are steps down.
Oh, dont lets go any farther, said Jane, in an agony of reluctance (a very painful thing, by the way, to be in). Im sure there are snakes, or dens of lions, or something. Do lets go back, and come some other time, with candles, and bellows for the fire-damp.
Let me get in front of you, then, said the stern voice of Robert, from behind. This is exactly the place for buried treasure, and Im going on, anyway; you can stay behind if you like.
And then, of course, Jane consented to go on.
So, very slowly and carefully, the children went down the stepsthere were seventeen of themand at the bottom of the steps were more passages branching four ways, and a sort of low arch on the right-hand side made Cyril wonder what it could be, for it was too low to be the beginning of another passage.
So he knelt down and lit a match, and stooping very low he peeped in.
Theres SOMETHING, he said, and reached out his hand. It touched something that felt more like a damp bag of marbles than anything else that Cyril had ever touched.
I believe it IS a buried treasure, he cried.
And it was; for even as Anthea cried, Oh, hurry up, Squirrelfetch it out! Cyril pulled out a rotting canvas bagabout as big as the paper ones the greengrocer gives you with Barcelona nuts in for sixpence.
Theres more of it, a lot more, he said.
As he pulled the rotten bag gave way, and the gold coins ran and span and jumped and bumped and chinked and clinked on the floor of the dark passage.
I wonder what you would say if you suddenly came upon a buried treasure? What Cyril said was, Oh, botherIve burnt my fingers! and as he spoke he dropped the match. AND IT WAS THE LAST! he added.
There was a moment of desperate silence. Then Jane began to cry.
Dont, said Anthea, dont, Pussyyoull exhaust the air if you cry. We can get out all right.
Yes, said Jane, through her sobs, and find the Phoenix has come back and gone away againbecause it thought wed gone home some other way, andOh, I WISH we hadnt come.
Every one stood quite stillonly Anthea cuddled Jane up to her and tried to wipe her eyes in the dark.
D-DONT, said Jane; thats my EARIm not crying with my ears.
Come, lets get on out, said Robert; but that was not so easy, for no one could remember exactly which way they had come. It is very difficult to remember things in the dark, unless you have matches with you, and then of course it is quite different, even if you dont strike one.
Every one had come to agree with Janes constant wishand despair was making the darkness blacker than ever, when quite suddenly the floor seemed to tip upand a strong sensation of being in a whirling lift came upon every one. All eyes were closedones eyes always are in the dark, dont you think? When the whirling feeling stopped, Cyril said Earthquakes! and they all opened their eyes.