“Now then, shut your eyes, my son,” cried the miner. “I’m going to cut from you now. Lean your head away as much as you can. I’ve cut the tire and felloes of the wheel; your head’s the nave; now I’m going to cut the spokes.”
Click, click, click, went the pick.
“Don’t you flinch, my son,” cried the man. “I won’t hit you.”
Abel had winced several times over, for the bright steel tool had whizzed by him dangerously close; but he grew more confident now, and, as much as he could for the sheltering hat, he watched the wonderful progress made by his rescuer, who at the end of a few minutes had deeply cut two more channels after the fashion of the spokes running from the centre to the periphery of the imaginary wheel.
After this, a few well-directed blows brought out the intervening snow in great pieces, and upon these being cleared out another clever blow broke the gathered snow right up to the young man’s left arm, leaving seven or eight inches below the shoulder clear.
“That’s your sort, my son,” cried the miner cheerily, chatting away, but keeping the pick flying the while. “The best way to have got you out would have been with a tamping iron, making a nice hole, dropping in a dynamite cartridge, and popping it off. That would have sent this stuff flying, only it might have blowed you all to bits, which wouldn’t have been pleasant. This is the safest way. How are you gettin’ on, mates?”
“All right. He’s ’live enough, Bob.”
“Work away, then. Look here, my son, I did think of spoking you all round, but I’m beginning to think it’ll be better to keep on at you this side, and then take you out of your mould sidewise like. There won’t be so much cutting to do, and you’ll have one side clear sooner. What do you say?”
“I want you to go and help your companions,” replied Abel faintly.
“Then I’m sorry I can’t oblige you,” cried the man cheerily. “Look at that now! This fresh stuff hasn’t had time to get very hard. After a few thawings and freezings it would be like clear solid ice. It’s pretty firm, but—there’s another. Soon let daylight down by your ribs. I want to get that hand and arm clear first so as you can hold the hat to shade your face.”