Shortly after the two boys were being carefully carried in a semi-unconscious state by the willing hands of the search-party, through the bewildering mazes of the old mine, with Grip trotting on in front as if he were in command; and in this way the foot of the shaft was reached and they were safely taken to grass.
Chapter Thirty Six.
Grip’s Antipathy.
“I really think you ought to stay in, Gwyn,” said Mrs Pendarve, anxiously.
“Oh, I’ll stay in if you like, mother,” said the boy, patting the hand that was laid upon his arm, and looking affectionately in his mother’s eyes; “but don’t you think it would be all nonsense?”
“Yes,” said the Colonel, firmly, as he looked up from the work he was reading. “He’s quite well, my dear.”
“No, no, my love; he’s too pale to be well.”
“Fancy, my dear; but perhaps he may be. Describe your symptoms, Gwyn, my boy.”