“Where are you going?” asked Randall.
“After shovels and picks. We must do some hard digging. I shall not leave here until I have brought them out dead or alive!”
“Amen!” cried Randall. “I am with you, Frank!”
In less time than it takes to tell it the tools were brought and work begun. And it was at this juncture that Barney and Pomp heard their deliverers.
At once they grasped the truth, and Barney joyously cried:
“Whurroo! we’re goin’ to git out of here, naygur, shure. It’s Misther Frank afther us!”
Then the two imprisoned fellows went to work like beavers. In a short while they were able to shout and be heard on the other side.
The rest was easy.
Before long they crawled out of their captivity, and none too soon, either, for the air was getting extremely foul and dangerous.
But soon they were above ground and safe. It was a joyful moment for all.