“I am going down to find Pomp,” replied the young inventor.
CHAPTER VI.
FRANK’S SEARCH.
Barney gave a cry of alarm and disapproval.
“Shure, yez must niver do that!” he cried. “Your loife is too valuable fer that, Misther Reade. Let me go in your place.”
The young inventor hesitated.
There was certainly logic in the remark of the Irishman’s. It would seem like folly and certain death to descend into the pit upon the rope.
If it would part with the strain of Pomp’s body it would certainly do so with his.
Frank saw this and realized the utter folly of such a move. Doubtless it was the chafing of the rope against the sharp ledges of rock which walled the passage which caused it to break.
So yielding to a better sense of discretion he abandoned the idea.
He was reluctant to do this, for it certainly looked as if it was the end of Harding and Pomp.