"We don't know," Forrester answered. "None of us had the heart to look for the body of the poor wretch. I suppose the Eye opened; if it did, it is boring a hole somewhere in the rift."
"That one-eyed freak of yours is a trump, Dick," said a third. "We've always wondered why you kept the chap."
"Yes; I shan't forget him. The only grudge I have against Mac is that he didn't tell us in the cavern that Hamid was his postman above."
"Och! I'm not a bletherskite," grunted Mackenzie.
"I vote we go on to-morrow and wipe out the whole rascally crew," cried another.
"And chuck the Old Man into his pit."
"He's too tough and skinny to please the Monster."
"But I say, what about that gold-making concern? Why shouldn't we make ourselves millionaires?"
"I wouldn't go down there again if I came out Rockefeller and Vanderbilt rolled into one," said Forrester emphatically. "Looking back on it, I can't imagine now how I climbed that chimney. When I was near the top, and heard the water gurgling overhead----"
"Well, what of that?"