Peering through the small hole made, Frank saw that they would come out right in the main body of the temple.
Both men now worked like beavers.
In a few moments one of the stones was displaced. Another quickly followed, and then they crawled through and into the open air.
The relief experienced was beyond description.
To drink in the pure air and the health-giving sunlight once more was a boon of no small sort.
But after a time they began to think of Barney and Pomp and the Steam Man.
It was certainly advisable to find them at once.
The fate of the Steam Man was a matter of conjecture. But Frank arose from his reclining position and said:
“Come, Tony, old man, we can’t stay here any longer. There’s work for us to do.”
“All right, Frank.”