“It’s a kind of trench, or it might be a kind of sunken lane or something,” said Jill. “It runs quite straight.”
“Yes, by Jove,” said Scrubb. “And it runs due north！ I wonder is it a sort of road? If it was, we’d be out of this infernal wind down there. Is there a lot of snow at the bottom?”
“Hardly any. It all blows over the top, I suppo.”
“What happens farther on?”
“Half a c. I’ll go and e,” said Jill. She got up and walked along the trench; but before she had gone far, it turned sharply to the right. She shouted this information back to the others.
“What’s round the er?” asked Scrubb.
Now it happehat Jill had the same feeling about twisty passages and dark places underground, or even nearly underground, that Scrubb had about the edges of cliffs. She had no iion of going round that er alone; especially when she heard Puddleglum bawling out from behind her： “Be careful, Pole. It’s just the sort of place that might lead to a dragon’s cave. And in a giant try, there might be giah-worms iales.”
“I don’t think it goes anywhere much,” said Jill, ing hastily back.
“I’m jolly well going to have a look,” said Scrubb. “What do you mean by anywhere much, I should like to know?” So he sat down on the edge of the trench （everyone was too wet by now to bother about being a bit wetter） and then dropped in. He pushed past Jill and, though he didn’t say anything, she felt sure that he knew she had fu. So she followed him clo, but took care not to get in front of him.
It proved, however, a disappointing exploration. They went round the right-hand turn and straight on for a few paces. Here there was a choice of ways：straight on again, or sharp to the right. “That’s no good,” said Scrubb, glang down the right-hand turn, “that would be taking us back — south.” He went straight on, but once more, in a few steps, they found a d turn to the right. But this time there was no choice of ways, for the trench they had been following here came to a dead end.
“No good,” grunted Scrubb.