"The
scoundrel says that he will not send down any more food till you accept
his proposals."
"Then we'll never get any," said Edith Herndon quietly. "I pray that God
will show us the way out of this place."
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CHAPTER XXII
THE WHITE WATERFALL
We found the rope exceedingly useful now that we had decided to explore
the place in search of a way out. It was reasonable to think that the
floor of the cavern would contain innumerable fissures into which we
might fall, and to guard against this we decided to make a life line out
of the thirty yards of manilla we had luckily obtained. Allowing about
five yards of rope between each two persons, I tied it in turn around
the waist of Holman, Barbara, the Professor, Edith, and myself, and
being thus prepared against a precipice in our path, Holman took the
lead and we followed in single file as the tightening of the rope
informed each one that the immediate leader was a safe distance in
front.
"Is there any choice of direction?" asked Holman, pausing after he had
taken half a dozen steps.
"I don't think so," I said.
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