“I’m game if you are，” said Polly. But she really said this because， in her heart of hearts， she now felt sure that neither kind of ring was going to work at all in the new pool， and so there was nothing worse to be afraid of than another splash. I am not quite sure that Digory had not the same feeling. At any rate， when they had both put on their greens and come back to the edge of the water， and taken hands again， they were certainly a good deal more cheerful and less solemn than they had been the first time.
“One.Two.Three.Go！” said Digory. And they jumped.
The Bell And The Hammer
There was no doubt about the Magic this time. Down and down they rushed， first through darkness and then through a mass of vague and whirling shapes which might have been almost anything. It grew lighter. Then suddenly they felt that they were standing on something solid. A moment later everything came into focus and they were able to look about them.
“What a queer place！” said Digory.
“I don‘t like it，” said Polly， with something like a shudder.
