At this a peculiar giddy feeling came over the watcher, there was a strange singing in his ears, and he stood there as if stunned.
Chapter Fifty One.
“Where is he?” cried Uncle Richard. “Yes, I see!”
The words brought Tom back to himself, and he was as active again as the rest, his strange seizure having lasted only a few moments.
“Heaven grant that we are not too late!” said the Vicar. “Here, Tom, you had better keep the dog back.”
“But you are sure some one is buried here?” said Uncle Richard.
“Yes; it is Pete Warboys—he has a kind of cave here. It’s crushed in,” Tom hastened to explain.
“If we try to dig him out we shall suffocate him,” cried Uncle Richard, speaking as if he had no doubt of the boy living still. “Look here, carpenter—David, there is only one way: three of us must be here with a rope fastened to this great root, and three others must work at a branch yonder. We shall have great leverage then, and we may be able to turn the trunk right over.”