Pringle followed and found himself in the pitch dark.
"Grab hold of my coat tail.

I know my way, feeling the wall.

Watch your step or you'll bark your shins." The cave floor was smooth underfoot, except for scattered rocks; it rose and dipped, but the general trend was sharply upward.
"You're quite an institution, Pringle.

You've made good Stella's word of you--the best ever!" said Foy as they mounted.

"But you can't do me any good, really.