“Say, my lad—below there!” came now from above.
“Ahoy!” answered Will, the call acting like an electric shock and bringing him to himself.
“Where are you?” shouted Josh.
“Here, in a gallery of the old mine,” replied Will.
“That’s right!” came back. “I thought perhaps you had fallen.”
“No, I’m all right,” cried Will through the great granite speaking-tube; and then he listened for some words of comfort from his companion.
“Below!” shouted Josh again.
“Hullo!”
“Say, my lad, the rope’s gone down.”
“Yes, I know.”