“For some moments after coming to the surface the shock made me deaf.”
“Oh, I see.”
“What sort of a place are we in?”
“I cannot imagine.”
“I pray there is an outlet somewhere. If not, we are done for.”
“That is true,” agreed Frank. “Let us pray for escape.”
The words had barely left his lips, when Frank’s hand struck an object. In a moment his fingers closed upon it.
It was the edge of a stone coping, and quickly he drew himself out of the water upon what seemed like a platform.
It was really the shore of the underground reservoir or lake.
Frank secured a foothold and then turned to Buckden.