Part 7 (1/2)
”I am perfectly aware of that, and we are wasting time.”
”Oh, all right, sir,” said the man surlily, and he strode in through the opening, walking as fast as he could, like a sulky, offended schoolboy, for a few dozen yards; but this soon came to an end, for in place of a regular beaten well-used way, they were now compelled to pick their path over broken marble, loose angular ma.s.ses, and the acc.u.mulated debris which had fallen from above, while in places they had to stride from side to side of a narrow crevice which ran straight down.
But the place attracted Clive Reed as they went on and on, with the rift they traversed growing wider, and opening out into a cavern now, or contracting again, till in places their pa.s.sage was so narrow that they had to squeeze through into curious-looking chambers in the rock. Then the way split and branched off into different pa.s.sages, suggestive of endless labyrinths leading right away through the untrodden bowels of the earth. Below them in one place ran a good-sized stream, unseen as it threaded its way among the broken stones, but making its presence known by its musical gurgling, till, after they had been walking above it for about ten minutes, Sturgess stood still, holding up the light at the edge of a gulf, down which the water plunged with a dull, hissing roar.
”Won't go no farther this way, I suppose, sir?” he said, rather mockingly.
Reed made no reply, but stepped forward close to the man's side, shaded his eyes, and peered into darkness, which he could not pierce.
He stooped to pick up a stone and hurl it outward, and listened till it fell and splintered, and the fragments went rattling down for some distance, before the noise they made was overcome by the roar of the water.
”Along here,” said Reed at last, and he pointed to his left.
Sturgess hesitated for a few moments, and then began to move cautiously along the side of the vast cavern, a place apparently untouched, and very rarely, if ever, visited by man.
At last he stopped short.
”I don't want to show no white feathers, Mr Reed, sir,” he said, ”but our candles'll only last a certain time, and we've got to get back.”
”I have matches and three candles in my pocket,” said the young engineer quietly.
”But I don't know whether I can find my way back, sir, now; whilst if we go any farther, I'm sure I can't.”
”I have it all perfectly impressed on my brain,” said Reed quietly.
”But I do not want to go much farther. I only want to examine the rock here and there. Take care, man: mind!”
He darted out his right hand, caught the miner by the coat and saved him from plunging down into the black abyss beneath them, for in taking a step forward, Sturgess had trodden on a piece of loose sh.e.l.l marble, which gave way and one foot went down.
He dropped the lanthorn, though, and it went below, to hang in a crevice upon its side, threatening to go out; but as soon as Sturgess had a little recovered himself and sat down to start wiping his forehead, Reed began to descend.
”Don't do that, sir,” cried Sturgess hoa.r.s.ely. ”Light your candle.”
”No; I can get the lanthorn,” said Reed quietly; and he went on descending cautiously till, getting well hold of the nearest projecting fragment with his left hand, he bent down lower and lower to try and reach the handle of their lamp.
But, try how he would, it was always a few inches beyond his reach; and at last, with the candle within guttering, flaring, and blackening the gla.s.s, threatening to crack it and then go out, Reed drew himself up again to try and get a fresh footing upon the side of the chasm.
He looked up to see, faintly, a white face gazing down at him, and, as their eyes met, the man said hoa.r.s.ely--
”Don't do that, sir. Come up and light a fresh bit. If you slip, I shall be all in darkness. It's horrid to have to come to one's end in a place like this.”
”Sympathy for himself, and not for me,” thought Reed. ”I have the lights.”
Just at that moment he noted something just level with where he stood, where there was a plain demarcation between two kinds of stone; and, whereas on the left all was sh.e.l.ly fossil, on his right it was limestone; and again, with a sparkling and gem-like vein of quartz full of great crystals of galena.
”Do you hear, sir? Come back here, and let's get out of this,” cried Sturgess again. ”It arn't fair to a man to bring him into such a hole.
This isn't a mine.”
”My good fellow,” said Reed quietly, ”you are alarming yourself about nothing. I can get the lanthorn directly, and it is a pity to leave it here.”
The miner uttered a hoa.r.s.e sigh which was almost a groan, and crouched on the rugged shelf, looking down with starting eyes, as Reed glanced quickly once more at the face of the rock, and then, taking fast hold of another projection, he tried again to get a little lower, and had looked beyond the lanthorn, to see that he was on a very rapid slope, going down to unknown depths for aught that he could tell; for all below the dim light was black--a terrible void, out of which came the splash and roar of falling water.