Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1896-09-10
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In little while il W. ..----,-..,
TO enable him TO see his surroundings.
and he found that he was imprisoned in
crevice-cave much like the one he had
explored two days before. 1t occurred
TO him at once that il might be con-
onuation of the same cavern, or that
possibly he might be in the very
chamber into which he had tried to
penetrate; but this seemed unlikely, for
two reasons. One was that he could
not make the locality of the McNabb
tunnel agree with the general direction
Of his wanderings Of the night previous;
and the other was even more conyinc-
ing, for, while his cell terminated at one
extremity in a narrow fissure like the
one In which he had lost the pick and
the lamp, he could not find the missing
articles, though he lost no time in max
Ing a careful search for them. In do
ing this, however, he stumbled upon
another discovery which was of much
more immediate importance: reaching
down into the crannies of the assure,
his hand found pool of water, and he
drank gratefully, dipping up the cool
liquid by spoonfuls in his followed
palm
1 After this, he gave an hour to minute
examination of the boundaries of his
prison, scrutinizing the walls and care
fully weighing every possible chance of
escape. At the end of this preliminary
Survey he sat down upon the log, which
proved TO be the trunk of a small tree
hurled by some accident of wind OF
lightning through the opening above,
and began to go over the events of the
past few days. in the hope of finding
something TO account for the mysteri-
Gus attack and Imprisonment. In this
effort he racked his brain to little pur-
pose, and, after repeatedly scouting the
idea as absurd, he finally accepted the
conclusion that the Bynums had in
some manner connected him with the
fortunes Of their enemies, and had
taken prompt measures to deprive the
Laumers of possible ally.
/ IF that's the case" he unused, speak
ing aloud for the sake of the companion
chip of his own voice, what do they
mean TO do with me? II they had
wanted to kill me, they certainly had IL
All their own way last night; a very
small domestic cat would have made a
better resistance than I did. No, that
isn't It; they don'tmean murder; they're
only trying to get me out Of the way
for awhile And the next thing is, for
how longf Keeping in view the COM
forting conclusion that they don't
intend making away with me, the oues-
ton viii answer itself In a few hours
at the most. for they haven't given me
anything to eat. Which reminds me
that I'm pretty hungry, now; be looked
ruefully ut his watch. tom Ludlow
had his breakfast two hours ago, and
ut the present moment, suppose, he's
sitting in his Office with the comfort
able under-thought that itll be dinner
time before long. Lucky fellow, not
10 know what IL Is to sit in q crack in
the face Of tAs earth, specializing on the
doubtful possibilities of future meal
times. Well, presume the next thing
Is to decide whether or not I'm to sit
here and wait for some one to come and
pull me ont; and IL I'm not, what's the
alternative? Let's have another look
at the resources-"
After overhauling the rope and coil
ing Il beside the log. he searched his
pockets, but found nothing useful
therein. except Q small penknife.
'sThcre they sre-say 40 feet Of rope, q
piece of wood six or seven feet long, and
! Toy pocketlnifel and this hole is