“I believe he went down and was afraid to stay. Of course he was hiding somewhere here when we came along with the light.”
“And then struck us down. Are you much hurt?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I forgot all about it for the time in the excitement of trying to escape. How are you?”
“My head hurts me badly now. I believe I was struck with a heavy stone.”
“Of course. That was the wretch’s trick, and how he served poor Sam Wren. Here, let’s go to the hospital. I feel as if I want to see the doctor.”
“Yes,” said Denham faintly. “I hope he has no more wounded after all this firing.”
Denham rose to his knees in the darkness, and I did the same, bringing on the giddy feeling once more, so that I was glad to lean against the wall of the great passage.
“What is the matter?” said my companion.
“Not much; only a bit dizzy,” I replied; “and my legs feel so awfully stiff and strained that I can hardly stand.”
“My head swims too,” said Denham. “I am glad to lean against the wall. Ah! Look! here is some one coming with a light.”