The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1917-11-27

s' pu' hoW~Weil, ne was
master, the sort of cunning scoun.
drel that petty scoundrels admire.
Delicately. almost artistically, Won
Blocks smooth fingers, attracted the
end OF the wire. When all was ready
he laid his forefinger gently on the
button, bowed with ironic mirth, and
pressed IL home.
Outward and upward, the earth
and stone on the near side of the
lake flew toward the heavens. A
moment later a wall of foaming wa
ter burst through the cavity and
boiled into the gorge below. A sheer
fluid wall it was, charging onward
with ever increasing speed Rocks
were turned over in its head long
flight, huge trees uprooted and
thrown about like broken wind
mills. Would it break the dam
that was the unvoiced question in
each half hypnotized brain. There
was a tense moment as the water
crashed into the obstacle, q great
squirt of foam as 1t broke into spray.
But the dam held. 1t held! Won
Bleck, who had been holding his
breath in suspense, breathed freely.
Diverted from its normal course,
the swollen stream turned down the
mountain. Shaft C, striking into the
cinnabar vein hundred yards be-
low, was directly in its path. The
muddy torrent swept into the hole
and seemed swallowed up by it.
Nan and Gwyn were standing at
the intersection of two main CALLER
les when the first rush of water over
took them. 1t was so unexpected, SO
violent, that neither could reach the
other in time. Nan was picked up
by the current and borne away be-
fore Gwyn could make a move to
save her, and it required all of his
strength, aided by a crevice in the
rock to keep himself from being torn
from his hold.
They were terrible moments as he
stood there alone in the dark, won
dering, fearing, trying to fathom
what had occurred. He did not fear
for himself. If he held on long
enough he felt certain the incoming
flood would abate, and then he could
swim to the shaft at the gallery's
end. But Nan? There were miners
in that gallery, he knew, but they
also would be helpless in the rush
of the flood. She could swim, but
even that was small comfort. AS
soon as the current grew steadier
he threw caution to the winds and
struck out for the shaft. Finally he
caught a glimpse of light, swan on,
and at length found himself on top
OF the submerged cage. There was
no way to signal. The apparatus was
pend upon himself. In desperation
he grasped the cable and started up,
hand over hand, by sheer dumb de-
termination forcing his grip to hold
When he reached the top hand
reached down and drew him to safe
ty.
Where. is Nam" he gasped, as
soon as he could speak.
Someone is trapped in the store
room. We hear them, but they do
not answer when we call. Thank
heaven the air chamber is still
open"
At the surface of the little tunnel
that served to ventilate this wing
of the mine Hogan and Casey stood
with group Of workmen.
II am going down." announced
Gwyn briefly. Give me a pick to
clear the way. and lower a drill and
some dynamite when / signal. I'll
try to blow out the wall of the
mine!"
With a rope about his waist Gwyn
slid into the tunnel and worked his
way down. 1t was narrow in places,
so narrow that he had to use his
pick many times, but eventually he
felt hand grasp his ankle and
place his foot firmly on ledge. In
the square. high walled store room,
now two-thirds submerged, were Nan