The raft launched and voyage commenced.
Could Jack be dead? What could have happened to him? Bill, hurrying forward, knelt down by his side, and lifted up his head. He still breathed.
“That’s a comfort,” thought Bill. “How shall I bring him to? There’s not a drop of water here, and I can’t carry him as far as the spring.”
Bill rubbed his friend’s temples, while he supported his head on his knee.
“Jack! Jack! rouse up, old fellow! What’s come over you?”
Bill held the candle up to Jack’s eyes. Greatly to his joy they opened, and he said, “Where am I? Is that you, Bill! Is it gone?”
“I am Bill, and you are in the cavern; but there is nothing to go that I know of. It’s all right. Stand up, old fellow, and come along,” replied Bill, cheeringly.
“Oh, Bill,” said Jack, drawing a deep sigh, “I saw something.”
“Did you?” said Bill; “the something did not knock you down, though.”
“No; but I thought it would,” responded Jack.