"My money—my money—ha! ha! I have that safe!" muttered the stranger, as they proceeded.
"Your what?" gasped Brand, fairly turning as white as the senseless girl.
"My money," was the answer—"all safe!"
On they went, following a path which led them by the tunnel through which Harry and Turk had previously passed, from which they were emerging at this very moment.
Brand started back.
"You safe?" he exclaimed, staring at Harry, as if at a ghost.
"Ay," answered the young man.
Then he sprang to the side of the unconscious girl, peering down upon her still face.
"Not dead! not dead!" he cried, wildly.
Even as he spoke, the girl opened her eyes.