It had now become light enough for him to see well around; the mist on high was turning roseate and warm by reflection, for the sun was rising; and the colonel turned from him with a look of agony, and stood with his back to them, while John Manning unloosed the rope.
“Nobody could come out of such a place as that, my lad,” he said, “alive.”
Chapter Twenty One.
The Pursuit.
“I’ll go down again, sir,” said Cyril, when the colonel had turned back, and he had tried to make him understand the nature of the place, as far as he had been able to make out.
But the colonel shook his head.
“We must go back, and try to reach the stream where it flows out, my boy,” he said. “We can do no good here.—Come, Manning, and fetch the mules.”
John Manning stared, and seemed as if he could not understand.