Down this Barney had plunged with awful certainty of going to his death.
For a moment Frank Reade, Jr., did not move or speak, so overcome with horror was he.
Then he recovered from the lethargic spell upon him.
“My God!” he cried. “Barney, where are you? I hope you have not gone to death!”
But no answer came back.
All was silent.
There was a distant rumbling, roaring sound coming to the hearing of Frank Reade, Jr., from the depths.
That was all.
Frank, almost paralyzed with horror, crept to the verge of the abyss.
Leaning over the edge he peered down into the awful depths.