It was Tuesday evening, and St Petersburg waited. Many of the villagers were in the cave and they looked for the children day and night. But they heard nothing, saw nothing and found nothing.
Then late in the evening, there was a sudden noise in the streets. People began to run to the Thatcher’s house.
‘They’re here! Becky and Tom are here!’
Most of the village came to listen to Tom’s Story.
‘It was the sixth tunnel,’ he told them. ‘I went to the end of my string, and suddenly I could see daylight! There was a little hole in the cave wall. I put my head out and there was the river, right under my nose! I went back and got Becky, and we climbed out through the hole. Then we stopped a boat on the river. We were five miles from the mouth of the cave!’
