"Well, what's to be done now?" she demanded.
"We've got to get out of here," responded Jimsy, with embarrassing
candor.
"That's plain enough," struck in Roy; "but how do you propose to do it?"
"I don't know; let's look about. Maybe there's a chimney or something."
"There's no opening larger than that one where the stove pipe goes
through. I've noticed that already," responded Roy.
"Phew! This _is_ a fix for fair."
"I should say so; but kicking about it won't help us at all. Let's make
a thorough investigation."
In the darkness they groped about, but could discover nothing that
appeared to hold out a promise of escape. The two boys shook the door
violently; but it was firm on its hinges.
Next Roy proposed to cut a way through it with his pocket knife.
"We'd be starved to death by the time you cut through that stuff,"
declared Jimsy.
In proof of this he kicked the door, and the resulting sound showed that
it was built of solid wood without any thin panels which might be cut
through.
"What next?"
Peggy asked the question as the two perspiring lads stood perplexed
without speaking or moving.
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