'Never mind,' she returned. 'Wait till we get out.'
Curdie, utterly astonished that she had already got so far, and by
a path he had known nothing of, thought it better to let her do as
she pleased. 'At all events,' he said again to himself, 'I know
nothing about the way, miner as I am; and she seems to think she
does know something about it, though how she should passes my
comprehension. So she's just as likely to find her way as I am,
and as she insists on taking the lead, I must follow. We can't be
much worse off than we are, anyhow.' Reasoning thus, he followed
her a few steps, and came out in another great cavern, across which
Irene walked in a straight line, as confidently as if she knew
every step of the way. Curdie went on after her, flashing his
torch about, and trying to see something of what lay around them.
Suddenly he started back a pace as the light fell upon something
close by which Irene was passing. It was a platform of rock raised
a few feet from the floor and covered with sheepskins, upon which
lay two horrible figures asleep, at once recognized by Curdie as
the king and queen of the goblins.
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