In this way he had soon distanced his pursuers.
The sounds of pursuit died out in the rear.
Satisfied of their safety for the moment they came to a halt.
Both were quite exhausted, and Barney was particularly so. The Celt flung himself flat upon the floor of the cavern.
“Och hone, Misther Frank,” he cried, in a panting manner, “shure, it’s all done out I am wid the exertion av the run. But we’ve disthanced the divils anyhow.”
“That’s true,” agreed Frank, “but in my opinion we are a long ways from being out of the scrape.”
“Shure, that’s right.”
“I’ve no idea where we are or how we’ll ever get out of this place.”
“Bejabers, I’m sthuck intoirely mesilf an that.”
“But I still cling to a hope that we will yet get out of here all right.”