The man was bending over him; the flashlight moved upward. From its new position, it revealed the other person. A gasp of relief escaped Bruce Duncan's lips as he recognized the dark anxious face above him.
"Abdul!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, sahib," affirmed the Hindu, in his quiet voice.
"How did you come here?" questioned Bruce, as he sat upon the floor. "How did you find me?"
"I shall tell you later, burra sahib," replied Abdul. "Let us first leave this place of danger."
Duncan tried to rise to his feet. He sank back, momentarily exhausted. His eyes followed the glare of the Hindu's flashlight as it swept about them.
They were in a narrow, low-roofed passage, which terminated in the elevator at one end, and in an arched opening at the other. The Hindu's light was focused on the exit.
"Through there I came," said Abdul. "There we shall go. It is safe there, sahib."
He extended one arm. Bruce Duncan steadied himself and rose with the Hindu's aid. Together they started slowly toward the opening that led to safety.
Just as they reached the low arch, Duncan faltered. As he paused, Abdul stood still beside him. The wait was only a brief second, but before Duncan had advanced another step, some huge device dropped into the glare of the light. There was a swish of cold air, followed by a sharp clang. Two feet in front of the men appeared a solid wall.