"Any bones broken?"
"I gue—guess not. But wh—who ever heard of such a con—founded trick?"
"I've heard of it several times, major. But we are not as bad off as we might have been had the rebels put some sharp sticks down here to spit us with."
"True." Major Morris gave a grunt, and wiped the dirt from his eyes. "Well, I reckon we've learned what their engineering corps was up to."
This was said so dryly that in spite of his discomfiture Ben was compelled to laugh.
"Yes, we've learned. The question is, now we are down here, how are we going to get out?"
"Better make a light and see how deep the hole is first," replied the commander of the first battalion.
Fortunately Ben had plenty of matches with him, and striking one, he lit a bamboo stalk and held it up as a torch. By the flickering light thus afforded they saw that the hole was about eight feet wide and twice as long. The level of the road above was fully eight feet over their heads.
"Looks as if we were in a box, eh, captain?" said the major, grimly.
"We're certainly in a hole," responded Ben.
