A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water.
"Give me the link," cried Jonathan.
Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well.
"Shoot him! shoot him! Put him out of hish mishery," cried the Jew.
"What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely. "He can't get out."
After making several ineffectual attempts to keep himself above water, Sir Rowland sunk, and his groans, which had become gradually fainter and fainter, were heard no more.
"All's over," muttered Jonathan.
"Shall ve go back to de other room?" asked the Jew. "I shall breathe more freely dere. Oh! Christ! de door's shut! It musht have schwung to during de schuffle!"
"Shut!" exclaimed Wild. "Then we're imprisoned. The spring can't be opened on this side."
"Dere's de other door!" cried Mendez, in alarm.