Harry was glad to obey. He had no hankering for command. The
thing to do was to get out as quickly as he could. And so he
followed, though he had qualms when he saw that, instead of going
toward the wall, they were heading straight in and toward the
great grey house. They circled the woods that gave them the
essential protection of darkness, and always they got further and
further from the place where Dick and Harry had entered. Harry
understood, of course, that there were other ways of getting out
but it took a few words to make him realize the present situation
as it actually was.

"There's a spot on the other side they don't really guard at all,"
said his companion. "It's where the river runs by the place.
They think no one would come that way. And I don't believe they
know anything at all about what I'm going to show you."

Soon Harry heard the water rustling. And then, to his surprise,
his guide led him straight into a tangle of shrubbery. It was
hard going for him, for his ankle pained him a good deal, but he
managed it. And in a moment the other boy spoke, and, for the
first time, in a natural voice. "I say, I'm glad we're
here!" he said, heartily. "D'ye see?"

"It looks like a cave," said Harry.

"It is, but it's more than that, too. This place is no end old,
you know. It was here when they fought the Wars of the Roses,
I've heard. And come on -- I'll show you something!"

He led the way on into the cave, which narrowed as they went. But