I have
hardly - except when I was removing the stones - taken my finger
off it. There!' she added, guiding Curdie's hand to the thread,
'you feel it yourself - don't you?'
'I feel nothing at all,' replied Curdie.
'Then what can be the matter with your finger? I feel it
perfectly. To be sure it is very thin, and in the sunlight looks
just like the thread of a spider, though there are many of them
twisted together to make it - but for all that I can't think why
you shouldn't feel it as well as I do.'
Curdie was too polite to say he did not believe there was any
thread there at all. What he did say was:
'Well, I can make nothing of it.'
'I can, though, and you must be glad of that, for it will do for
both of us.'
'We're not out yet,' said Curdie.
'We soon shall be,' returned Irene confidently. And now the thread
went downwards, and led Irene's hand to a hole in the floor of the
cavern, whence came a sound of running water which they had been
hearing for some time.
'It goes into the ground now, Curdie,' she said, stopping.
He had been listening to another sound, which his practised ear had
caught long ago, and which also had been growing louder.
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