“They are coming this way,” cried Frank, hurriedly.
“Shure ye’re right sor.”
“We must get out of the way.”
“Begorra, it’s roight yez are.”
“Come on!”
“I’ll folly yez, sor.”
Frank darted into another passage and Barney followed him.
Suddenly, as they were forging along, light was seen ahead.
“What is it?” cried Frank. “As I live I believe it is daylight!”
“Bejabers, sor, it’s not the roight color for that!” cried Barney.