That's why we dug this shaft--and now look at it!" He drew the flickering torch to the edge of the shaft and held it there, staring downward.

Fairchild beside him.

Twenty feet below there came the glistening reflection of the flaring flame.

Water! Fairchild glanced toward his partner.
"I don't know anything about it," he said at last.

"But I should think that would mean trouble." "Plenty!" agreed Harry lugubriously.