“I’m jolly well going to have a look，” said Scrubb. “What do you mean by anywhere much， I should like to know？” Sohe sat down on the edge of the trench （everyone was too wet by now to bother about being a bit wetter） and then dropped in. He pushed past Jill and， though he didn‘t say anything， she felt sure that he knew she had funked it. So she followed him close， but took care not to get in front of him.
It proved， however， a disappointing exploration. They went round the right.hand turn and straight on for a few paces. Here there was a choice of ways： straight ongain， or sharp to the right. “That’s no good，” said Scrubb， lancing down the right.hand turn， “that would be taking us ack.south.” He went straight on， but once more， in a few eps， they found a second turn to the right. But this time here was no choice of ways， for the trench they had been ollowing here came to a dead end.
“No good，” grunted Scrubb. Jill lost no time in turningnd leading the way back. When they returned to the place here Jill had first fallen in， the Marsh.wiggle with his long rms had no difficulty in pulling them out.
