There was a wild waving of arms, a burst of derisive laughter, and "Bony" had disappeared.
CHAPTER IX.
THE WATERLOO OF BONAPARTE LAFAYETTE.
The teamster's cry of horror brought everybody to the scene. Cleena was the first to reach it and to find John standing by the mouth of the well, whitefaced and trembling.
"What's it? What's down there? What mean ye yellin' that gait? Speak, man, if ye can."
He could only point downward, while he strained his ears to catch any sound that might come from below.
Then Cleena shook him fiercely. "Speak, I tell ye! Where's the boy?"
The other still pointed down into the shaft, but he made out to say:—