For high above him on the narrow flume he saw the fluttering little figure of his late companion crossing swiftly in the darkness.
He climbed the bank, and, guided by a few lights moving about a central point on the mountain, soon found himself breathless among a crowd of awe-stricken and sorrowful men.

Out from among them the child appeared, and, taking the master's hand, led him silently before what seemed a ragged hole in the mountain.

Her face was quite white, but her excited manner gone, and her look that of one to whom some long-expected event had at last happened--an expression that to the master in his bewilderment seemed almost like relief.

The walls of the cavern were partly propped by decaying timbers.

The child pointed to what appeared to be some ragged, castoff clothes left in the hole by the late occupant.