THE SEARCH FOR THE MISSING BOY
Bob Jarvis waited a long time at the chutes for his companion, but Steve
did not return. This did not cause Bob any particular worry, as Steve no
doubt had been called to some other part of the mine. So Bob deciding to
wait no longer, strolled away.
At the close of the day's work, however, when Steve was not at the mouth
of the shaft waiting for him, Bob began to wonder. He waited about the
shaft for half an hour, then went on to his boarding place. Steve had
not returned.
"Where's Rush?" demanded the boarding boss, knowing Steve's habit of
punctuality.
"That is what's bothering me. I haven't seen him."
It was the business of the boarding boss to look quickly into any
absences and report them to the superintendent or the mine captain. He
got busy at once. Calling up the time-keeper's office, he inquired if
Steve Rush had checked in.
The information came back a moment later that Steve had not come up from
the mine yet; or, if he had, he had failed to report himself.
"Then something has happened to him," was Jarvis' emphatic conclusion.
"He left word for me to meet him at seventeen, but when I got there he
had gone. I haven't seen him since."
The boarding boss agreed so strongly that he telephoned to the
superintendent. The latter had not yet arrived home from his office, so
the mine captain was communicated with.
But Bob Jarvis already was out of the house, headed for the shaft at top
speed.
"Has Steve Rush come up yet?" he demanded of the cage-tender.
"Haven't seen him."
Bob hesitated. He realized the futility of wandering about the mine not
knowing in what part of it he should look for the missing Steve. He then
hurried to the time-keeper's office, learning that nothing had been seen
of the missing boy.
Bob did not know which way to turn. But by the time he had reached the
shaft again Superintendent Penton was there, together with the mine
captain, preparing to go below. The cage had just come up and the men
were stepping aboard when a boy from the boarding house where the Iron
Boys lived came running up out of breath.
"Wait!" cried Bob. "Here comes a boy from our hashery. Maybe Steve has
gone home."
"What is it, boy?" called the superintendent.
"Boss wanted me to tell you that the telephone man who lives with us
says Mr. Rush got a telephone message from you to meet him at the lower
level this afternoon. He says Rush didn't come back."
"I didn't send for him to meet me anywhere," answered the
superintendent. "We'll go to the lower level. Shoot us down as fast as
is safe," he added, addressing the cage-tender.
The bottom of the car seemed to be dropping from beneath their feet, so
rapid was their descent.
Bob, holding to the support rod above their heads, was thinking fast and
hard.
"I knew something had happened to Steve," he said. "Something has
happened to him."
Mr. Penton had not spoken since the cage started. He, too, was thinking
deeply. There was something about all this that he could not understand,
though he was unable to clearly define what really was in his mind. If
someone had called Steve Rush to come to the sub-level above the lower
level, and had done so in the name of the superintendent, it must have
been done either as a joke or for some other purpose that could only be
surmised.
"Why should anyone have resorted to such a subterfuge?" wondered Mr.
Penton.
Very much the same thoughts were running through the mind of Bob Jarvis.
So engrossed was each with his own thoughts that neither man seemed to
realize the dizzy rate of speed at which they were descending. Finally
the cage began to slow down gradually, then finally came to an easy
stop.
There was no light in that sub-level, but the occupants of the cage knew
exactly where they were. They knew the place as well as though the
sub-level had been ablaze with light.
"All off," ordered the superintendent. "The cage will wait for us here."
He had given orders that the cage was to remain below until he signaled
the tender to hoist. If the latter found it necessary to raise the cage
before that he was to ring a certain signal on the gong, each level and
sub-level being provided with one.
"All hands keep their eyes open," directed the leader of the searching
party. "I haven't much hope that we shall find him here, however."
The group moved along the sub-level, glancing about them keenly as they
did so, until they reached the turn or bend in the tunnel, where they
paused to listen. The sub-level was as silent as a tomb. They could not
even hear the rush of the water as it dashed into the lower level, some
of it coming all the way from the surface.
"Shall I call out?" asked Bob.
"Yes."
"Steve!" Bob's voice did not seem to carry far. It sounded weak to him.
"Oh, Steve! Steve Rush!" shouted the superintendent.
There being no response, he repeated the call several times, but with no
better result.
"I guess it is useless, boys. I am afraid we shall not find him here. In
fact, I can't believe that he came down here at all."
"The boy said you had telephoned to Steve to come down, didn't he?"
asked Jarvis.
"Yes; but I did nothing of the sort. The telephone man must have made a
mistake in the message--or else----" Mr. Penton checked himself sharply.
"We will look further, though I am sure we are wasting time. We shall
probably find that he has fallen somewhere on one of the upper levels
and hurt himself. If that is so, one of the watchmen is sure to discover
him and report the matter at once. We will go out to the platform, then
on up to the next level. I'll have all the watchmen notified at once to
take up the search."
The searchers walked out on the planking where Steve had stood a couple
of hours before. Mr. Penton peered down into the black pit, while the
others stood a little back from him.
"He is not here. It is as I thought. He has not been here, in all
probability. We shall have to go on up, boys. I----"
Bob suddenly jerked his candle from his hat, holding the light to the
floor. As he did so, he uttered a half-smothered exclamation, at the
same time grabbing something from the planking and holding it up to the
light.
"Look!" cried the lad. "Look! He hasn't been here, eh?"