“My God! Am I to perish in this place?” he muttered, dismally. “Is there no way out of it?”
Indeed this did not seem possible.
So deep was the maze of passages that there was no doubt that Frank had in many cases returned again and again to the point from which he started.
At length a dreadful weariness and faintness began to settle down upon the young inventor.
He could not seem to overcome it, and finally, completely fatigued, he yielded to nature, and sinking down upon the soft dirt, he slept.
How long he slept he never knew.
When he woke up the torch by his side was naught but a heap of cold ashes.
But fortunately Frank had provided himself with a good supply of these.
Lighting another, he thrust it into a niche in the wall.
Then he sat up and rubbed the numbness from his stiffened limbs. Very soon he felt better.