Seconds later, Zantor knew what to do. “Micky,” I said. “The opening at the top. Can you tell how big it is?” I waited a few seconds as he felt around in the dark. “Big enough to get through,” he said, guessing why I had asked. “Then one of us needs to help Lisa on the other side,” I said. “And one of us needs to go back to the main tunnel to go for help. The ladder there reaches the manhole cover. It’s the fastest way out.” A clump of dirt fell from the tunnel roof and hit my shoulder. Was another big piece going to cave in? “Good plan,” he said. “But who goes for help?” Spiders of panic grew big in my stomach again. Whoever stayed behind would have to crawl through the small opening. I thought of the tunnel roof pressing down on me. I wanted to run. “Who goes for help?” Micky asked again. “I mean, it’s not fair to the person who has to stay behind.” “We’ll do it this way,” I said. “I’m going to put my hand behind my back. I’ll hold up one finger.
