Chapter 3

Joseph and James landed on a floor that looked old. “Where are we?” Joseph said.

“I’ve skimmed my ankle while we were falling,” James said.

“Wait, who are you?” Joseph questioned.

“My name is James and I’ve been watching everything you have done,” as he slouched.

“So you’re the one who got me here?” Joseph replied.

“Yes” James stuttered. James had an idea. He tore towards the pebbled ground and tried to lift it but he failed.

“I think we’re in a dungeon, we’re hopeless,” moaned James.

“Well if you don’t want to help me, then I’ll use your head and try to break those bars!”

Meanwhile, some men had got in to Black Smith Manor. Billy wasn’t caged in the cellar even though he was a dog.

“Hey! I think there’s someone here,” a voice came from outside the cellar.

“I think it’s a dog,” another booming voice replied.

James and Joseph listened to the exchange from inside the cold cellar, completely confused.

“Oh no,” growled Billy in a low voice.

Billy sprinted across the floor at the maximum speed that his joints could go.

“Come back here!” shouted one of the men.

Billy noticed a tattoo on one of the men as he chased him. Billy crashed into a table which made the key fall onto the floor in front of him. Billy grabbed it in his teeth and ran down the staircase towards the boys. The men had no chance of catching him at this speed.

Joseph and James suddenly heard bangs on the floor. Joseph called out, “Billy?” It echoed around.

Out of nowhere, Billy opened the lock and freed the boys. They ran out of there. Billy saw that the men had gone.

Joseph thought to himself, what had just happened? No, how was there a cellar?