The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-01-02

swat a moment" cried Entwistle.
starting up. vst
But no one heard him. The chorus
was rolling out once more:
Hold the fort. for ! am coming
Tap. tap. tap. Scrape. scrape. scrape!
Hammer. hammer. hammer,
The hymn paused, wavered and stop
ped dead on the final shout.
Men. Men," screamed a voice. 1t
was Benton's. Here they are"
Carthew, with HoppeT's arms tight
ening convulsively round him, start
ed up. m
is it true?' he asked hoarsely.
Aye! Listen. They have found us.
They are within a few yards of u.s."
said Entwistle.
Praise God, from whom all bless
ings fiow!' sang Atkinson. and the 9TH
ers Joined him.
Entwistle was right. Reasoned cal
c%ulation, logged persistence aud blind
indifference TO their own safety had
brought the search party triumphantly
along the moldering. rickety passages
of Shawcliffe pit to the nearest point
Of contact with No. 8 in Bolton, and
Hold the Fort!' proceeding fortissimo
from a subterranean cave of harmony
not many yards away had done the
rest.
1t was night once more, and the
great arc lights snapped and sizzled
above the waste heaps and truck lines
surrounding the head of Bolton pit.
But the scene was deserted. The CEN
ter of interest had shifted to Shaw
cliffe, a mile away. Here a vast 81
lent throng of human beings stood ex-
pertantly in groups, their faces il.u-
minated by the naphtha flares which
had been erected here and there about
the long abandoned pit head.
There was ~news--tense, thrilling
newsstand the prospect of more. The
ancient shaft had been opened and q
bucket and tackle rigged-there was nc
time to slip a cage-and a search par
ty had gone down at dusk. Word had
shortly been sen up that the road tc
the south was still open, though the
air was foul and the props rickety
Then came a frantic tug at the rope
and a messenger was hauled to the
surface, crying aloud that men were
alive In Bolton pit. 1t was hoped, he
added, mat the search party would
reach them by midnight, for the divid
ing wall was surprisingly thin. Sill
John Cars order was that blankets
and stretchers should be prepared
also food and medical comforts. fol-
the prisoners had tasted for something
like sixty hours. With that the mes
senger had dived below once more, and
the game of patience was resumed.
1t was past midnight now, and every
thing was in readiness. On the out
skirts of the throng. at the side OF the
rough and lumpy road, stood a motor
car with two occupants-women. One
of them was her ladyship; the Other
the spectators failed to recognize. But
there were rumors about to the effect
that she was a visitor to Bolton, re-
Gently arrived from London. Lady
Carr had been seen meeting her at the
station that afternoon.
The strangers name had it been told
would not have conveyed much infor-
nation to the watchers. 1t was Nina
Tallentyre.
There was a sudden swirl and heave
in the crowd. The hand turned wind.
lass was at work again, and some one
was being hauled slowly up the shaft
1t was Mr.. Walker. the manager.
They made a lane for him until he
reached a convenient rostrum formed
by an inverted and rusty truck. This
he mounted and very briefly told them
the news-news which made them
laugh foolishly and sob by turns. There
was no cheering; they were past that.
In the excitement the next man who
followed him up the shaft passed un.
noticed. 1t was Sir John Carr. He
saw the hooded motor standing apart
Mr.. Wick sitting motionless at the
wheel. Next moment he was in beside
the two women, overalls and all, hold
ing Daphne's two hands in a single