He saw the outlines of the scuttle above his head, and smiled.

"But I'm glad to see that you've had better luck yourself." "Yes, Corporal," said Morrison, with a sharp return of his military tone, "I think I've found the fox's hole at last." He rose and gave his orders briskly.

"Push that table forward!--there!--below the trap! Two of you get on it!" He turned to the Corporal, while he himself climbed up and stood beside his men.

"Light that candle and pass it up to me!" The orders were obeyed.

"Now, boys, boost me!--and we'll have him out." They raised him, till he pushed the trap aside and thrust his head and shoulders through the opening.