“Then you tracked me?” asked Harding, eagerly.
“Spec’s we did, sah.”
“And Frank Reade, Jr., he escaped also?”
“He am up dar dis bressed minut, an’ I don’ fink I bettah tole him about dat rope breakin’ wif me!”
“Good!” cried Harding; “tell him to lower it more!”
“Yo kin bet I will.”
With which Pomp endeavored to shout to Frank and Barney above, but the result is well known.
They were unable to hear or make themselves heard, and finally Pomp abandoned the idea in despair.
They were in total darkness.
Their position did not seem by any means encouraging.