hefirstthiicedwasthereliefofbeingoutofthewind;forthewallsofthetrenchrosehighaboveher.Thehiicedwas,naturally,theanxiousfacesofScrubbandPuddleglumlookingdownatherfromtheedge.

    "Areyouhurt,Pole?"shoutedScrubb.

    "Bothlegsbroken,Ishouldntwonder,"shoutedPuddleglum.

    Jillstoodupandexplaihatshewasallright,buttheydhavetohelpherout.

    "Whatisityouvefalleninto?"askedScrubb.

    "Itsakindoftrenightbeakindofsunkenlaneorsomething,"saidJill."Itrunsquitestraight.”

    "Yes,byJove,"saidScrubb."Anditruh!Iwonderisitasortofroad?Ifitwas,wedbeoutofthisinfernalwinddownthere.Istherealotofsnowatthebottom?”

    "Hardlyany.Itallblowsoverthetop,Isuppose.”

    "pensfartheron?”

    "Halfasec.Illgoandsee,"saidJill.Shegotupandwalkedalorench;butbeforeshehadgonefar,itturnedsharplytht.Sheshoutedthisinformationbacktotheothers.

    "Whatsroundtheer?"askedScrubb.

    NoehatJillhadthesamefeelingabouttwistypassagesanddarkpladerground,orevennearlyunderground,thatScrubbhadabouttheedgesofcliffs.Shehadnoiionofgoingroundthateralone;especiallywhensheheardPuddleglumbawlingoutfrombehindher:"Becareful,Pole.Itsjustthesortofplacethatmightleadtonscave.Andinagianttry,theremightbegiah-wormsiales.”

    "Idontthinkitgoesanywheremuch,"saidJill,inghastilyback.

    "Imjollywellgoingtohavealook,"saidScrubb."Whatdoyoumeanbyanywheremuch,Ishouldliketoknow?"Sohesatdo