"I don't know. Don't know where I am myself," groaned Ned.
"Hurry, help me find them."
Together the boys groped about in the black tunnel.
"I've got one," called Ned.
"Which one?"
"I don't know. Yes, yes, it's Walt. He's breathing. What shall I do?"
"Drag him over to one side. I've got Mr. Phipps here. I'll have him over there in a minute."
Tad began tugging, with hands under the shoulders of the guide, understanding instinctively that he must get him where they could work over him and try to bring him back to consciousness.
Something whizzed by in the darkness, the rush of air nearly knocking both boys over, and leaving them trying to catch their breaths.
"Wh—what's that?" gasped Ned.