Mr. Phipps spun the handle of the telephone, but without result.
"Like the lights, it's dead," he said.
"What was that crashing noise in here? Was that what did it?" questioned Tad.
The miner struck a match.
"Look!" he exclaimed.
In the center of the chamber was a heap of rocks, weighing probably a ton or more. These had been wrenched from the roof of the place and dropped into the room where Phipps and the lads were waiting.
"Somehow, I'm feeling a goneness under my belt," spoke up Ned. "Let's get out of here."
"My goneness is in my knees," Walter Perkins informed them.
"Either place is bad enough," returned Ned.
"Do you think it safe for us to leave here now?" asked Tad.