"No. Nothing but what you see. Good heavens, major! What's that?"
With blanched faces the two stood and listened. Strong men as they were, their very limbs trembled, while their hearts almost ceased beating.
Again it came from the black depths beyond them—a cry of agony, pitiful and pleading.
"Let's get out of this," whispered the major, clutching at Peveril's arm and endeavoring to drag him back the way they had come. "I've had enough."
"No," replied the other, resolutely; "we can't leave while some human being is calling for deliverance from this awful place."
THE TWO MEN STOOD AND LISTENED