The berg upon this side was nothing but a mass of pinnacles and needle-pointed spires, which effectually precluded anything like progress.
“Bejabbers, it’s all surrounded I am,” wailed Barney. “Shure, I’ll niver see Misther Frank and the Explorer again!”
Despair now seized the Celt.
But he kept wandering about.
And as chance had it this brought him to a passage which seemed to lead down again into the centre of the berg.
In his bewilderment Barney took it. This proved his salvation.
It looked more like the passage by which he had entered the berg with Frank, and he kept on.
Suddenly he heard strange sounds.
He came to a halt.
They were in the far distance.