"Oh, you sound so much nearer!" There was a note of incredulous hope in Keltry's voice.
"I told you I'd catch up with you!" Dynamon exulted.
Suddenly, his heart gave a great bound. He was still peering downward and it seemed to him that far away he could see a tiny pin point of light.
"Keltry!" he cried, "am I seeing things? Or is there something that looks like a star; way down there?"
"Oh, I think I see it!" Keltry answered breathlessly. "Dynamon, what could that mean?"
"I don't know," said Dynamon, "but it seems to be growing larger, and I'm getting much nearer to you."
Under his fascinated eyes, the star grew bigger and brighter by the second. In a few moments Dynamon, hardly daring to believe his eyes, thought he could make out the outlines of a flying figure between him and the light.
"Keltry!" he shouted. "I've almost caught up with you! Hold your hands up over your head."
"Oh Dynamon! I think I can see you."
The point of light which Dynamon thought was a star, was growing into a larger, brighter disk. Keltry's body was sharply outlined against it now, and she seemed to be scarcely ten feet away. Dynamon bent himself into a jack-knife dive and kicked his feet up behind him. The air pressure was tremendous now, and Dynamon began to realize that it was no star, or sun, or planet down below but the bottom of the pit. Rays of light spread upward, illuminating the smooth, shiny sides of the shaft. A few more agonizing seconds went past and Dynamon's hands grazed the tips of Keltry's upraised fingers. Dynamon dared not estimate how far above the bottom of the pit they were, but concentrated on gaining the few inches he needed to get a grip on one of Keltry's wrists.