"Who is it?" he yelled. "I am here! This way! This way!"
"Hello!" was the long-drawn-out answer, coming from some point that appeared to be over his head. "Where—are—you?"
And then, as Dave's torch gave a final flicker and went out, our hero saw a shaft of light move over the rocks above his head.
"It's Roger's flashlight!" he told himself, and then he set up another cry.
The rays of the flashlight became stronger and of a sudden they shot downward, directly in Dave's face.
"It's Dave!" came in Roger's voice. "Are you all right?"
"Yes," was the ready reply. "That you, Roger?"
"Yes. Phil is with me."
"Were you hurt?"
"Shaken up a bit, that's all," replied Phil, and now Dave saw his chums standing in an opening that was about eight feet above his head.