For she not
only saw that by following the turns of the thread she had been
clearing the face of the slab, but that, a little more than
half-way down, the thread went through the chink between the slab
and the wall into the place where Curdie was confined, so that she
could not follow it any farther until the slab was out of her way.
As soon as she found this, she said in a right joyous whisper:
'Now, Curdie, I think if you were to give a great push, the slab
would tumble over.'
'Stand quite clear of it, then,' said Curdie, 'and let me know when
you are ready.'
Irene got off the heap, and stood on one side of it. 'Now,
Curdie!' she cried.
Curdie gave a great rush with his shoulder against it. Out tumbled
the slab on the heap, and out crept Curdie over the top of it.
'You've saved my life, Irene!' he whispered.
'Oh, Curdie! I'm so glad! Let's get out of this horrid place as
fast as we can.'
'That's easier said than done,' returned he.
'Oh, no, it's quite easy,' said Irene. 'We have only to follow my
thread. I am sure that it's going to take us out now.
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