Nathan heard Bardolph's footsteps disappearing. He wanted to take some deep breaths for courage but the smell was so bad that he could barely bring himself to inhale. How many poor wretches had met their deaths in holes like this? Reluctantly he felt the walls around him. The bricks were damp and smooth and the mortar between them was slightly crumbly from the permanent moisture. Nathan racked his brains for a solution to his predicament. They know that there is a way to escape, or they wouldn't have put me down here. He felt all around the walls to get an idea of the structure's size. Could there be a secret passage or some hidden footholds in the walls? No, that would be too easy. He traced the walls with his fingers, like a trapped rat, his mind turning and turning. Suddenly he smiled as a solution came to him. Of course! The boots. I can use the daggers! Excerpted from Dangerous Times: The First Nathan Fox Mission by Lynn Brittney All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
