The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"They've seen us. Run," said Puddleglum.
Jill gathered up her long skirts - horrible things for running in - and ran. There was no
mistaking the danger now. She could hear the music of the hounds. She could hear the
King's voice roaring out, "After them, after them, or we'll have no man-pies tomorrow."
She was last of the three now, cumbered with her dress, slipping on loose stones, her hair
getting in her mouth, running-pains across her chest. The hounds were much nearer. Now
she had to run uphill, up the stony slope which led to the lowest step of the giant
stairway. She had no idea what they would do when they got there, or how they would be
any better off even if they reached the top.
But she didn't think about that. She was like a hunted animal now; as long as the pack
was after her, she must run till she dropped.
The Marsh-wiggle was ahead. As he came to the lowest step he stopped, looked a little to
his right, and all of a sudden darted into a little hole or crevice at the bottom of it. His
long legs, disappearing into it, looked very like those of a spider. Scrubb hesitated and
then vanished after him. Jill, breathless and reeling, came to the place about a minute
later. It was an unattractive hole - a crack between the earth and the stone about three feet
long and hardly more than a foot high. You had to fling yourself flat on your face and
crawl in. You couldn't do it so very quickly either. She felt sure that a dog's teeth would
close on her heel before she had got inside.
"Quick, quick. Stones. Fill up the opening," came Puddleglum's voice in the darkness
beside her. It was pitch black in there, except for the grey light in the opening by which
they had crawled in. The other two were working hard. She could see Scrubb's small
hands and the Marshwiggle's big, frog-like hands black against the light, working
desperately to pile up stones. Then she realized how important this was and began
groping for large stones herself, and handing them to the others. Before the dogs were
baying and yelping at the cave mouth, they had it pretty well filled; and now, of course,
there was no light at all.
"Farther in, quick," said Puddleglum's voice.
"Let's all hold hands," said Jill.
"Good idea," said Scrubb. But it took them quite a long time to find one another's hands
in the darkness. The dogs were sniffing at the other side of the barrier now.
"Try if we can stand up," suggested Scrubb. They did and found that they could. Then,
Puddleglum holding out a hand behind him to Scrubb, and Scrubb holding a hand out
behind him to Jill (who wished very much that she was the middle one of the party and
not the last), they began groping with their feet and stumbling forwards into the
blackness. It was all loose stones underfoot. Then Puddleglum came up to a wall of rock.
They turned a little to their right and went on. There were a good many more twists and