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THERE were many expressions of relief on the part of our waiting friends when again the forward movement was commenced, in the right- hand tunnel. Those at the rear had become particularly anxious; the darkness was evidently a source of much vague alarm.
The passage we were now in was inclined downward. It wound in a general direction at right angles to the one which led to the cauldron of gold. In places it became so low that we were obliged to creep on hands and knees. This condition finally prevailed, so that I began to believe we were wedging ourselves into a crack. If this were true, then the case would be worse than hopeless--it would be most horrible. The death, one by one, of all the Links, in such a place as this, would be appalling to the last degree.