"But where are we?"
Fairchild laughed softly.
"We 're in a hospital, and you 're knocked out. Don't you know where you 've been?"
"I don't know anything, since I slid down the wall."
"Since you what?"
But Harry had lapsed back into semi-consciousness again, to lie for hours a mumbling, dazed thing, incapable of thought or action. And it was not until late in the night after the rescue, following a few hours of rest forced upon him by the interne, that Fairchild once more could converse with his stricken partner.
"It's something I 'll 'ave to show you to explain," said Harry. "I can't tell you about it. You know where that little fissure is in the 'anging wall, away back in the stope?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's it. That's where I got out."
"But what happened before that?"