Pomp’s coming, however, was in many ways a blessing to Harding.
The darky was enabled to cut the bonds which held his wrists, and set him free.
They quickly compared notes.
It was a conclusion that they were in the depths of a cavern, most likely connected with the treasure cave.
“In that case,” said Harding, hopefully, “why should we not try to at once find our way out?”
“Of cose,” agreed Pomp; “dat am de bery first ting.”
With this resolution they set out.
For hours they wandered through the mazes of the cavern labyrinth.
In one respect their quest was a more difficult one than Frank Reade, Jr.’s, for they had no torches to light their way.
They were obliged to make their way along by the sense of touch.