At length they reached the end of the passage and once more came out into the gallery of the mine.
There were none of the greasers in the gallery, but venturing to look down into the pit below Frank saw that there were fully as many of them yet gathered about the fire.
It was now a serious question as to what it was best to do.
To attempt to pass through the main part of the mine unobserved was utterly out of the question.
They would be sure to be spotted by the foe, but Frank had decided upon a move and started to creep along down the gallery, when a startling thing occurred.
Frank heard a rasping sound almost at his shoulder and then a whisper came, shrill and clear:
“Whist! are you friends to me?”
Frank turned with utter amazement.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE END.
Set in the wall of the gallery was a door heavily barred with iron.