"Only that Garshaski said she is far enough away if you can believe him, which is more than I can. Can't you come down here?"
"I must try to get there. Are you locked in?"
"Bolted in, most securely."
"There seems to be but one door here; I daresay there is another, a secret door. But I am going to take the back track and try it another way."
"I don't care what way you try it as long as you get here. I'm in a bad enough fix. I have no doubt Ah Lung is dead."
All this talk took place in the dark.
Harry was so rattled that he did not turn on his flash light. He never even thought of it until now, and he flashed it on Ah Lung.
Evidently the Chinaman had been hit in the head for his face was all covered with blood.
He was breathing, however. There seemed to be some slight hope.
Meanwhile Old King Brady, who had broken the door down after several attempts, returned to the semi-circular hall outside.