A white face was pressed against it, and as Frank looked up he barely repressed a loud cry of amazement.
“Heavens!” he gasped, “Harvey Montaine!”
“My soul!” came back in a thrilled whisper. “Is that you Frank Reade, Jr.?”
“It is nobody else.”
“God be praised!”
“I have found you.”
“My prayers are answered.”
“But I fear we are in as bad a position as you,” said Frank.
“How so?” asked Montaine.
“We are alone and unaided here. We escaped into this place from an old shaft near here into which we had been cast to die.”