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CHAPTER XII.
PRISONERS OF NATURE.
"Dick!"
"Leander!"
"Oh, my side!"
"Oh, my leg!"
"Are you seriously hurt?"
"I—I don't know."
"I've had all the wind knocked out of me."
"Ditto with me. What a tumble to take!"
"What kind of a place is this?"
"A hole—a big, deep, dark hole. One of the caves, perhaps."
"Do you think it's a—a bear's den, or something like that?"
"No, I don't. I reckon it's just a common, everyday hole, or cave. The question is, how are we going to get out?"
"To get out?"
"That's what I said."
"Climb out, of course."
"That's easy enough to say, but just look up and see how far we are from the top."
