“But weren’t you in agony—in horrible fear?”
“Yes, when I felt myself falling and tried to save myself.”
“I mean afterwards, when you were being forced through, that horrible passage.”
“What horrible passage?” said Lennox, with a faint smile.
“What horrible passage, man? Why, the tunnel, or channel, or whatever it is—the subterranean way of the stream under the kopje, in the bowels of the earth.”
“I told you I was horrified for a moment, and then I was choking in the water, till all seemed blank, and then I appeared to wake in the hot sunshine, where I was knocked about till I crawled out on to the bank.”
“But didn’t you suffer dreadfully?”
“No.”
“Didn’t you think about England and home, and all that?”
“No,” said Lennox quietly.