There was a murmur at a distance, and then Vores spoke again,--

"I'm coming by you now. Are the others strong enough to crawl?"

"Yes," said Gwyn, faintly, for his heart was beating strangely now just

when he felt that he ought to be at his strongest and best.

"You, there, Ydoll?" came loudly.

"Yes; all right," cried Gwyn. "Where's Sam Hardock?"

"Crawling up after me," came more loudly.

"Then I must go back," said Vores. "P'raps I'd better lead, Mr Gwyn."

"Yes, yes, go on, and we'll follow," said Gwyn, more faintly; and he

felt the man pass him again, there being just room.

"Must go very slowly," said Vores, "because there's no room to turn for

another fifty yards or so. Going backward takes time. Now, then, come

on, all on you."

Once more Gwyn's dizzy feeling came back, but he struggled on, conscious

that his rescuer's face was close to his--so close that at times their

hands touched. Then, after what seemed to be a long nightmare journey,

the man's words sounded clearer on his ears.

"It's wider here. Goes zigzagging along with one or two close nips, and

then we're out to the crack in the cliff."

Gwyn did not reply. He felt that if he spoke his words would be wild

and incoherent, and that all his strength was required to crawl along

this terrible crevice in the rock. He was conscious of a hand touching

his foot from time to time, and of hearing voices, and of passing over

loose, small pieces of shattered rock which might have resulted from the

explosion.

At last, after what seemed to be a terrible distance, a voice said, "Out

of the way, dog," and directly after a cold wet nose touched his brow,

and there was a snuffing sound at his ear, followed by a joyous barking.

Then gradually all grew more dense and dark in his brain, and the next

thing he remembered was being touched by hands, and feeling the

contraction of a rope about his chest followed by a burst of cheering

which seemed to take place far away down in the mine; for the roaring

and whistling of the wind had ceased, so that he could hear distinctly

that hurrahing; and then he heard nothing, for, strong in spirit while

the danger lasted, that energy was all used now, and of what took place

Gwyn Pendarve knew no more.

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