“Oh, my God!” he cried. “Tony has gone to his death.”
Of course Frank had no idea as to the depth of the abyss or where it went to.
Buckden, for aught he knew, had fallen to the center of the earth. The young inventor was overcome with horror and agony.
“Something must be done!” he cried, wildly. “He must be saved!”
But what was to be done?
It was an awful question.
For a moment Frank knew not what answer to make. He stood like one in a trance.
Then he made sudden and swift action. He threw himself flat upon his stomach and shouted down into the abyss of darkness.
“Tony!” he cried, at the top of his voice. “Where are you? If you can hear me, give me an answer!”
But no sound came back.