All was the stillness of the grave.
It seemed as if Tony Buckden’s fate was sealed. Certainly, if alive and uninjured, he would answer.
Frank shouted again and again.
But no answer came back from the awful stillness below. It was like the silence of the grave.
A queer sensation came over Frank.
He felt as if likely to faint.
A cold perspiration broke out upon him, and he seemed dizzy and sick.
Then a strange and awful thing happened.
Suddenly and without warning, the stone beneath him began to slide. He felt himself going, and made a spasmodic effort to save himself.
In vain was this.