The noise from outside came very feebly through the obstructed orifice.

All the time a dull sound, strong and continued, well indicated that the contest of the elements had not ceased.
At that moment old Tom observed that the water level was gradually rising.
"Yes," replied Dick Sand, "and if it rises, as the air cannot escape from within, it is because the rising of the waters increases and presses it more and more." "It is but slight so far," said Tom.
"Without doubt," replied Dick Sand; "but where will this level stop ?" "Mr.Dick," asked Bat, "would you like me to go out of the ant-hill?
By diving, I should try to slip out by the hole." "It will be better for me to try it," replied Dick Sand.
"No, Mr.Dick, no," replied old Tom, quickly; "let my son do it, and trust to his skill.

In case he could not return, your presence is necessary here." Then, lower: "Do not forget Mrs.Weldon and little Jack." "Be it so," replied Dick Sand.

"Go, then, Bat.

If the ant-hill is submerged, do not seek to enter it again.