Meester Burke vas got hurt in the new level, an' I couldn't leeft him alone." He saw the two start promptly, dropping their picks, their heavy boots crunching along the floor, the flapping hat-brims hiding their eyes and shadowing their faces.

For a moment he lingered beside the falsework, permitting the light from his lamp to flicker before them as a beacon; then he hid the tiny flame within his cap, and ran swiftly down the main tunnel.

Confident now of Burke's early rescue, he must grasp this opportunity for an immediate escape from the mine.

A hundred feet from the foot of the shaft he suddenly came upon the advancing tram-car, a diminutive mule pulling lazily in the rope traces, the humping figure of a boy hanging on behind.

The two gazed at each other through the smoke of a sputtering wick.
"Hurry up," spoke Winston, sharply.