When Mr. Wade spoke again, it was with a feeling of placing reliance in John Carrington.
“Are they doing all they can?” he said, simply. “You ought to know.”
Carrington’s mind swept like a microscope over the details of the rescuers’ plans, as Kipley had given them to him. “Tell me your side of it,” he said.
Mr. Wade told him mechanically.
Carrington pondered it.
“I’m inclined to think they are,” he said, at last.
For the conviction forced itself upon him that Richards would do his best to rescue Hastings. And if there was safety underground, Trevanion would find it. Time was the uncertain factor. If there was time!
Kipley brought a rough bench, and the two men sat down.
If there was silence between them, there was also the bond of a common anxiety.
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