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A voice calling his naht Jack Kilmeny back to consciousness He answered

A shout of joy boomed down to him in Colter's heavy bass He could hear, too, the sweet troubled tones of a woman

"Hurry, please, hurry Thank God, we're in tihbor," Jack called up weakly He did not need to be told that Moya Dwight was above, and, since she was there, of course she had brought him the breakfast that he had ordered from the Silver Dollar

"Get back into the tunnel, Jack," Colter presently shouted

"What for?"

"We're lowering soht fall on you Get back"

"All right"

Five minutes later the rescuer reached the foot of the shaft He stood for a moment with a loom

"Where away, Jack?"

The man was Ned Kilmeny He and Lord Farquhar had returned to the hotel just after dinner The captain had insisted--all the er in it--that he should be thethat breakfast?" Jack snapped, testily

"Yes, old ht soo What's been keeping you? I' to complain of the service"

The captain saw at once that Jack was lightheaded and he humored him

"Yes, I would Now drink this soup"

The imprisoned man drained the bucket to the last drop

Ned loosened the rope froave the signal and Jack was hauled very carefully to the surface in such a way as not to collide with the jarader over the edge of the well, where he collapsed at once into the arms of his friend

Moya, a flask in her hand, stooped over the sick nant syaunt as a famished wolf Bitten deep into his face were the lines that showed how closely he had shaved death But in his eye was the gay inextinguishable gleaht? Keeling over just like a sick baby"

The young woman choked over her answer "You mustn't talk yet Drink this, please"

He drank, and later he ate sparingly of the food she had hastily gathered froht with her In jerky little sentences he sketched his adventure, ain