“Oh; I’ll hobble along somehow,” declared Harry Ware bravely.
“Lean on me and that will make it easier. We’ll have to go slow, though. I’ve a notion that one more drop would finish us.”
“Like aviation liniment,” responded Harry.
“How’s that?”
“One drop is enough,” responded Harry with a chuckle, despite his pain.
Both boys laughed, and somehow, as is often the case, it made them feel better. As they advanced, cautiously, as you may imagine after their experiences, the breeze grew stronger till it fanned their faces in a regular gale. Their clothes had got wet in the Cave of the Rains and they felt chilled to the bone. But before long a gray light sifted into the rift which presently opened out above them, and looking up they could catch a glimpse of the sky.
“Hurray! We’ll soon be out of here now!” cried Harry squeezing his comrade’s shoulder on which he was leaning heavily.
“I hope so,” was the response, “but hark! what’s that?”
A roaring sound, not unlike that caused by a train rushing through a tunnel broke on their ears as he spoke.
“Goodness! Sounds like a den of wild beasts!”