? ? ? ? "O, Tom, never mind the bats, let's go back that way! We seem to get worse and worse off all the time."
? ? ? ? Tom stopped.
? ? ? ? "Listen!" said he.
? ? ? ? Profound silence; silence so deep that even their breathings were conspicuous in the hush. Tom shouted. The call went echoing down the empty aisles and died out in the distance in a faint sound that resembled a ripple of mocking laughter.
? ? ? ? "O, don't do it again, Tom, it is too horrid," said Becky.
? ? ? ? "It is horrid, but I better, Becky; they might hear us, you know;" and he shouted again.
? ? ? ? The "might" was even a chillier horror than the ghostly laughter, it so confessed a perishing hope.
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