"We have to hide," I said. "Quickly, show us where the secret door is."
Barry led us to the back of the house where there was a small door half-buried in the dirt. He opened it up and we saw a narrow, dusty tunnel leading out into the forest.
"This way," he said, gesturing for us to follow him.
We crouched down and entered the tunnel, which was barely wide enough for us to squeeze through. The walls were damp and slimy, and the air was thick with dust and cobwebs. We could hear the sound of our own breathing echoing off the walls.
"So, what do we do now?" Hans whispered.
"Just keep moving," Barry replied. "We'll come out on the other side of the forest. Then we can figure out our next move."
As we made our way through the tunnel, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if Mr. Trilby's men found us? What if they were waiting for us on the other side?
"Do you think Mr. Trilby is really that dangerous?" I asked.
