We fellers was jes' givin' up when we see the daylight and heared you a-yellin'." A hush now fell on the mass of people, broken by the piercing shriek of a woman,--the wife of a shanty man.

She would have rushed in had not some one held her.
Bolton sat up, gazing stupidly about him.

Part of the story of the escaped men had reached his ears.

He struggled to his feet and staggerd toward the opening of the tunnel.

The red-shirted foreman caught him under the armpits and whirled him back.
"That ain't no place for you!" he cried--"I'll go!" A muffled cry was heard.