Andromache, the practical, lifted up her frock and tore a big strip from the white petticoat underneath. "Here, this is better, and there is plenty more," and she dipped the rag in the running water and washed off the blood that was trickling down over Iason's ear and neck, while Chryseis raised his head higher. Nikias was at the entrance trying to push his thin little body round the rock. "I will get out now," he said, "and shout for the officers." "Nikias!" cried Chryseis, her voice shrill with terror, "come back at once! You must not get out! I tell you, you must not! Pavlo! Pavlo! Stop him!" But she looked around in vain; Pavlo was not there. He seemed to have completely disappeared. "The coward!" exclaimed Andromache, in furious indignation. "The coward! He has managed to slip out somehow, and left us here all alone!" But she was quite wrong. The moment poor Iason had been pulled back into the cave, Pavlo suddenly remembered the speck of light in the wall that he had noticed as they were coming out, and without saying a word to anyone, he ran back into the depths of the cave to see if he could find the spot. Almost at once he came upon it, like a little white star in the dark wall of the cave. Now Pavlo's mind was of the kind that grown-up people call "logical," which means that he knew that something could not exist without a reason for it; therefore he argued that if there was a light, there must be an opening; and even if the opening were only large enough for a head or even a hand to be passed through, it might be useful. So he began feeling all over the rough damp wall with both hands. He felt and he felt for some time in vain, then suddenly when he had nearly given up, he came upon a hole. Kneeling, he felt that a little barrier of stone divided the hole from the floor of the cave, and that it was more than wide enough to admit him. He scarcely hesitated a second before he climbed over the barrier and found himself in a narrow tunnel at the end of which the speck of light was shining. Pavlo advanced a few steps very slowly. It was a dark, damp, up-hill passage, and so narrow that he could feel the walls on either side without stretching his arms. Suddenly he gave a violent shudder. Something alive, something that felt heavy and cold, a rat perhaps, or a toad or a lizard, ran over his foot. Still he kept on. If the light, which was growing larger, should prove to be a side opening to the cave, he would run back for the others, and they would all get out that way, managing somehow to carry Iason between them if he could not walk, while the man went on throwing stones and waiting for them at the big entrance. The idea of the man waiting there perhaps all day, appealed to Pavlo, and he laughed a little to himself as he got nearer to the light. He found, as he had expected, that it came from a small hole in the rock which led out to the hillside, and was almost quite hidden by hanging creepers.