They walked, and walked. When they were tired they sat down. Then they got up and walked again. Tine went by. Was it day or night? They didn’t know.
Then Tom wanted to find water. They nothing to eat and they must have something to drink. They found a very small river and sat down next to it.
‘Becky,’ said Tom. ‘We must stay here. Near this river.
This is our last candle, and …’
He did not finish, but Becky understood.
‘Tom?’
‘Yes, Becky.’
‘Are they going to come and look for us?’
‘Of course! When the boats gets to St Petersburg – ‘
‘But how can they find us, in these hundreds of tunnels? Oh, Tom, we’re going to die in here!’
Becky began to cry again. Then the candle went out and the two children were in the dark. They sat for hours and hours. They slept a little, then woke up, then slept again. Was it Sunday now? Or Monday?
Suddenly Tom sat up. ‘Listen! Somebody’s calling!’
