“Why, don’t you see?”
“Begorra, it’s a loight.”
“Certainly.”
Far down the passage the faint gleam of light was seen.
It was not daylight as the prisoners well knew at that hour.
They paused and watched it intently for some time.
At first Frank had been inclined to believe it a lantern carried by some of the greasers, who were coming back into the mine to work.
But a few moments’ study convinced him that this was not so.
“That is at the end of this passage,” he declared. “Come on, Barney. Let’s get out of here as quickly as possible.”
They pressed forward at a rapid pace.