The two lads stood there motionless for a time, wondering what the
lantern-bearer could be doing, for he evidently had no suspicion of his
being watched. Then as they saw that in place of gleaming over the
water, the lantern was once more in motion, they crouched down, with
their eyes alone over the edge of the clean-cut chasm, feeling that
whoever it was must pass just beneath them, when they would be able to
see which way he went, and so gain a clue to the robbers' hold.
The light came nearer, and it was plain that whoever bore it was coming
very slowly, but they grasped the reason directly, for he was passing
over a flooring of slippery crystals, and as he came on they could hear
him breathing hard.
As they had anticipated, he came very close beneath them, and Mark felt
that if he looked up they would be seen. But he whom they watched
walked stooping, and letting the light fall upon the glittering
ascending floor, so that at last he was not six feet below them, and
Mark said in a quick whisper: "Sir Morton!"
"Great Heavens!" came back in company with a sharp crash, as of an
earthenware pitcher falling in shivers upon the rocky floor.
"Hush!"
"Who is it?"
"Friends," whispered Mark.
"Thank Heaven! At last--at last," came up, with a piteous groan, and
they heard a heavy fall.
"Quick, Dummy," whispered Mark. "We must go down to him."
"Listen first," said the boy: "p'r'aps some one heard."
But as he spoke there was the sound of a hoarse laugh from a long
distance off, and Dummy whispered: "Didn't hear. Been to fetch water,
and broke the pitcher. I say, Master Mark, wasn't I right?"
Mark made no reply, for he was lowering himself down over the edge, and
directly after he dropped on to the crystals below.
"Show the light, Dummy," he whispered, and the boy lay face downward and
swung the lantern down as far as he could reach.
As Mark touched the fallen man's hand he began to recover consciousness.
"Not a dream--not a dream," he murmured. "Whoever you are, have you
come to help?"
"Yes; but hush! Purlrose and his men--are they near?"
"Too far to hear us speak; but hide your lights. Now tell me, are you
one of those who attacked these wretches?"
"Yes; and we have reached you at last."
"Ah!" sighed the prisoner. "It was time--it was time. I don't know
your voice; I could not see your face; but if you know, tell me, for
mercy's sake--my poor boy--was he killed?"
"No. Badly wounded, but alive, and he will live."
Mark heard the prostrate man muttering, and felt the hand he grasped
trembling violently.
"It puts life into me," he whispered, "when I was nearly spent. Tell
me--pray tell me--where is my boy! Not a prisoner?"
"No: safe with us, at the Black Tor."
"Safe--at the Black Tor!" faltered Sir Morton. "Then you are an Eden?"
"Of course: and my father is close by here with a dozen stout men to
punish these villains and save you, and--you do not say anything about
your child."
There was no reply, and Mark pressed the hand he held, to find that
there was no response, and that it was turning wet and cold, for the
unfortunate prisoner had been unable to bear the tidings, and had
swooned away.
"Go back," whispered Mark, "and tell my father whom we have found."
"Leave the light?" said the boy.
"No, take it. Tell him all you have heard."
The light glided away, and the next minute a faint sigh told that Sir
Morton was regaining his senses, his complete recovery thereof being
announced by a trembling pressure of the hand.
"Weak," he whispered. "I was badly wounded. So Heaven has sent my
greatest enemy to save us."
"Us?" cried Mark excitedly. "Then Ralph Darley's sister is safe."
"Will be, I pray," said Sir Morton feebly. "I, her father, can do no
more."
Sir Edward came up, in company with Dan Rugg and five men, approaching
cautiously with one lantern; and they were in the act of descending to
Mark and the prisoner when a hoarse bullying voice was heard from a
distance, the words echoing and reverberating as along a vaulted
passage.
"Now then, back to your den, old fool. Don't be a week fetching that
water."
"I--I am going back," cried Sir Morton, and then in a whisper--"the
light--the light. I will soon return."
He caught at the lantern, and began to move off painfully, while his
would-be rescuers stood watching till the light disappeared round a
corner, and a minute later the same harsh voice was heard speaking
fiercely. Then all was still.
"Hah!" whispered Sir Edward, "at last. Keep all lights covered, Rugg,
and go and bring up the rest of the men."
Dan grunted, and they heard his steps as they stood listening. Twice
over there came the hoarse sound of laughter, but Sir Morton did not
return, and Sir Edward in his impatience was about to order a movement
forward, now that all his men were at hand, when from out of the black
darkness, close by where Mark stood listening with every nerve upon the
strain, the lad heard a slight rustling, then a faint panting sound as
of hasty breathing, and a low voice whispered: "Is any one there?
Please speak."
"Yes, yes," whispered Mark, and he stepped forward quickly with
outstretching hands, which came in contact with one as cold as ice.
"Oh!" gasped its owner, as another hand felt for him and clung to him.
"I know your voice, Mark Eden. I am Minnie Darley: pray, pray come and
help my father; he is too weak to come back to you."
The voice trailed off into a wail.
"Hush! Don't, pray don't cry," whispered Mark. "Can you guide us to
where your father is?"
"Yes; oh yes."
"In the darkness?"
"Yes, I can find my way."
"Can you lead us, my child, to where these ruffians are?" said Sir
Edward, who had approached. "We must surprise and make them prisoners
first."
"Yes--no, you will kill them," whispered the girl. "It is too
treacherous and dreadful."
"My child," said Sir Edward gently, and he stretched his hand forward
till he could touch the girl's head, upon which he softly laid his hand;
"I have a girl as young and fair as you, and Heaven forbid that she
should ever be called upon to perform such an act. But think: it is to
save your father's life; to save you from the hands of these treacherous
ruffians. You must be our guide."
There was a dead silence for a few moments, and Sir Edward felt his hand
taken and held to two soft lips.
"Yes," came gently; "it is to save my poor father. He will die in this
terrible place; and I must die too. You do not know, and they would
easily kill you if you went without. Yes, I will guide you to where
they are. I feel that I must."