CHAPTER XXIII
CAPTAIN KILMENY RETIRES
A voice calling his name from the top of the shaft brought Jack Kilmeny back to consciousness. He answered.
A shout of joy boomed down to him in Colter's heavy bass. He could hear, too, the sweet troubled tones of a woman.
"Hurry, please, hurry.... Thank God, we're in time."
"Got that breakfast with you, little neighbor," Jack called up weakly. He did not need to be told that Moya Dwight was above, and, since she was there, of course she had brought him the breakfast that he had ordered from the Silver Dollar.
"Get back into the tunnel, Jack," Colter presently shouted.
"What for?"
"We're lowering someone to you. The timberings are rotten and they might fall on you. Get back."
"All right."