“What, right over yonder? Sound’s here.”
“Go and listen there,” cried Abel.
“Can you hold out?”
“Yes, yes; hours now. Save my cousin; for heaven’s sake, quick!”
One of the men had gone quickly to the rocky wall, knelt down and listened, and shouted back.
“He’s right,” cried this latter. “You can hear some one moleing away quite plain.”
“Dig, dig!” shouted Abel, and two of the
new-comers began at once, while the leader of the party went to their sledge and dragged a sharp-pointed miner’s pick from where it was lashed on.
“No, no,” cried Abel imploringly, as the man returned to his side; “save him.”