Then the men rose to their feet. The air in the next stall was clear
and fresh, for as the Logan pit had emptied of water, fresh air had of
course come down from the surface to take its place.
"We can light our lamps again safely now," Bill Haden said. "We shall
want our tools, lads, and the powder; there may be some heavy falls in
our way, and we may have hard work yet before we get to the shaft, but
the roof rock is strong, so I believe we shall make our way."
"It lies to our right," Jack said. "Like our own, it is at the lower
end of the pit, so, as long as we don't mount, we are going right for
it."
There were, as Haden had expected, many heavy falls of the roof, but the
water had swept passages in them, and it was found easier to get along
than the colliers had expected. Still it was hard work for men weakened
by hunger; and it took them five hours of labour clearing away masses of
rock, and floundering through black mud, often three feet deep, before
they made their way to the bottom of the Logan shaft. Then they saw the
light far above them--the light that at one time they had never expected
to see again.
"What o'clock is it now, sir?" Bill Haden asked Mr. Brook, who had from
the beginning been the time-keeper of the party.
"Twelve o'clock exactly," he replied. "It is four days and an hour
since the pit caught fire."
"What day is it, sir? for I've lost all count of time."
"Sunday," Mr. Brook said after a moment's thought.
"It could not be better," Bill Haden said; "for there will be thousands
of people from all round to visit the mine."
"How much powder have you, Bill?" Jack asked.
"Four twenty-pound cans."
"Let us let off ten pounds at a time," Jack said. "Just damp it enough
to prevent it from flashing off too suddenly; break up fine some of this
damp wood and mix with it, it will add to the smoke."
In a few minutes the powder was ready, and a light applied; it blazed
furiously for half a minute, sending volumes of light smoke up the
shaft.
"Flash off a couple of pounds of dry powder," Bill Haden said; "there is
very little draught up the shaft, and it will drive the air up."
For twenty minutes they continued flashing powder. Then they stopped
and allowed the shaft to clear altogether of the smoke.
Presently a small stone fell among them--another--and another, and they
knew that some one had noticed the smoke.
[It was indeed true. Their smoke signal had been seen and understood,
and before long they were all drawn safely to the surface.
It may be imagined what excitement there was. Women crowded about Jack,
calling down blessings on him for saving their husbands, and sons, and
sweethearts, from death. And Mr. Brook was not slow to recognize his
bravery and skill. He knew that if Jack's suggestions had been attended
to, the explosion might not have happened; and so the young collier was
made manager of the mine.]
*THE RED CAPTAIN.*
*FROM "ONE OF THE 28TH."*
[Ralph Conway, a young officer of the 28th Regiment, was stationed with
a detachment on the south coast of Ireland. News was obtained that a
notorious gang, led by a ruffian known as the Red Captain, was in hiding
among some cliffs. The news came from a woman whose husband had, against
his will, been forced to join the band.
Captain O'Connor, Lieutenant Desmond, and Ralph started quietly before
daylight in hopes of surprising the gang before they could get news from
their friends inland of the intended attack; while it was arranged that
a revenue-officer, with a boat-load of men, should cut off their escape
by sea.]
Daylight was faintly breaking when they reached the edge of the cliff.
Ralph, with ten men, was posted at the spot where a slight track was
visible, going down into a sort of gulley. Captain O'Connor then
proceeded with half the company to the right, Desmond taking the
remainder to the left; each posting men at intervals along the edge of
the cliff, and placing parties of four at every point where there
appeared the smallest probability of an ascent being made.
All were ordered to load at once. They were to seize anyone coming up
the cliff, and in case of resistance to fire without hesitation. The
two officers then returned to the spot where they had left Ralph. It
was now nearly broad daylight. Leaving the soldiers they went a short
distance to a point where the rocks fell away precipitately, and from
here had a clear view of the face of the cliffs.
"We had better wait here for a time," the captain said. "The chances
are that before long one of them will come out from their hiding-place,
and perhaps make his way up to the top to look round. If he does, that
will give us an indication as to the direction at any rate of their
hiding-place. Now, I will take the ground in front; do you watch to the
left, Conway, and you to the right, Desmond. We had better lie down,
for on this jutting point we may catch the eye of anyone down there
before we can see him. Keep a sharp look-out, lads; it will save us a
world of trouble if we can see one of them."
For half an hour they lay quiet, then Desmond suddenly exclaimed:
"There is a man among those fallen rocks half-way up the side. There!
he is gone. Perhaps we shall see him again in a moment."
For five minutes they lay with their eyes fixed on the rocks that
Desmond pointed out, but there were no signs of life.
"Are you sure you were not mistaken, Desmond?" O'Connor asked.
"Quite certain. He suddenly appeared by the side of that gray boulder,
stood there for a moment, and sunk down again. I expect he must have
got a view of one of the men somewhere along the top."
"We will wait another ten minutes," O'Connor said, "and then we will
take a party to the spot and search it thoroughly. There is the
coast-guard boat, so there is no fear of their getting away by water."
Another quarter of an hour passed.
"It is no use waiting any longer. Go along the line, one each way, and
bring ten men from points where they can be spared. We will leave them
at the top of the path and take the party there down with us. There are
only four or five of them, and ten men besides ourselves are ample for
the business."