CHAPTER XXI
The Fight in the Power House
found the narrow aperture and stood peering down into darkness. Migul crowded behind me. The red beams of its eyes went down into the pit, and by their faint illumination I saw the heads of Larry and a girl, swimming twenty feet below. The girl's dark hair floated out like black seaweed in the water.
"The Princess and the strange man!" exclaimed Migul.
I called, "Larry! Larry!"
His labored voice came up. "George? Thank God! Get us—out of here. Almost—gone, George!"
I found my wits: "Then keep quiet! Don't talk. Save your strength. I'll get you out!"
But how? I could see that they were almost spent, for they were swimming with labored, inefficient strokes—Larry using most of his strength to hold up the exhausted girl. We had not a moment to spare. I wildly contemplated tearing my garments to make a rope.
But Migul pushed me away. "I will bring them. Stand back."