"If anything has happened to him, the village will go to the dogs!" Roy
asserted, emphatically; "old Hal said the other day he was worth a
couple of parsons. When I grow up, I think I shall try and be like him.
I shall give good advice to everybody without ever scolding them, that
is what he does."
"Do you think he is dead?" asked Dudley, "I don't think he can be. Why
it was only the day before yesterday we saw him, and he was as well as
we are."
It seemed a long time before they reached the cave; the hills were steep
and the pony rather old, and more than once Dudley felt inclined to run
forward on his own two legs. Roy at last suggested this.
"I can drive up after you as fast as I can; and if you find him you
holloa to me."
So Dudley jumped out and was soon lost to sight behind the bushes and
hollows that fringed the hills.
Roy drove on busily thinking, and wondering if they had done wisely to
take the matter into their own hands, and come off alone as they had
done.
When he at length reached the cave Dudley came to meet him with a
puzzled face.
"Something has happened, Roy. I can't get into it very far; there's a
lot of earth tumbled down and I can't move it.
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