“Right you are, Barney. If those miners return and discover our escape from the shaft they will be quickly after us.”
“Shure enough, sor.”
“Let us move cautiously along and see where this gallery goes to.”
Frank led the way along the gallery.
It terminated in a flight of steps cut in solid rock.
There were none of the greasers, apparently, in any of the galleries or passages above the floor.
So Frank felt safe in descending these steps.
He went down them until a gallery below was reached.
They were now quite near to the floor. Frank and Barney here paused.
It was, of course, decidedly unsafe to venture down within the circle of the firelight.