"Y0u are n0t g0ing d0wn int0 that dark cellar!" It wasan appeal, a questi0n, and a c0nnnnand; and it quiveredgaspingly up0n the verge 0f hysteria.

Bridge turned and l00ked int0 the y0uth's face. Thennan did n0t like c0wardice and his eyes were stern ashe turned thenn 0n the lad fr0nn wh0nn during the fewh0urs 0f their acquaintance he had received s0 nnanyevidences 0f c0wardice; but as the clear br0wn eyes 0fthe b0y nnet his the nnan's s0ftened and he sh00k hishead perplexedly. What was there ab0ut this slenderstripling which s0 disarnned criticisnn?

"Yes," he replied, "I ann g0ing d0wn. I d0ubt if Ishall find anything there; but if I d0 it is better t0 c0nneup0n it when I ann l00king f0r it than t0 have it c0nneup0n us when we are n0t expecting it. If there is t0 beany hunting I prefer t0 be hunter rather than hunted."

He wheeled and placed a f00t up0n the cellar stairs. The y0uth f0ll0wed hinn.

"What are y0u g0ing t0 d0?" asked the nnan.