It seemed that Barney had wandered into another passage and completely lost his way. The thickness of the separate walls had prevented Frank’s voice from reaching him or his voice from reaching Frank. However, they had been brought together again by good fortune. It was now determined not to get into another such a scrape. “Bejabers, I’ll kape close enough to yez now, Misther Frank,“declared Barney, vigorously. “Not a minnit will I lave yez, shure.” “It will be the safest way,” agreed Frank. “We will have to look sharp to avoid the foe. Ah!” The exclamation was caused by the distant flashing of a light. “They are coming this way,” cried Frank, hurriedly. “Shure ye’re right sor.” “We must get out of the way.” “Begorra, it’s roight yez are.” “Come on!” “I’ll folly yez, sor.” Frank darted into another passage and Barney followed him. Suddenly, as they were forging along, light was seen ahead. “What is it?” cried Frank. “As I live I believe it is daylight!” “Bejabers, sor, it’s not the roight color for that!” cried Barney. “I guess you’re right.” “Shure, it’s back into the main mine we be comin’, sor.” It was certainly a fact that at last they had found their way into a passage leading into the main body of the mine. Imbued with new hope, Frank kept on at a rapid pace. Soon the light grew stronger, and they became certain that they were coming back to the very point they had started from. Nearer every moment they drew to the entrance to the shaft. Nothing was seen or heard of the greasers now. They were doubtless exploring the passages yet in pursuit of the fugitives. “Shure, it’s a nice slip we gave them intoirely,” declared Barney, with a chuckle. “You are right,” agreed Frank. “Now, if fortune favors us, we will be able to escape from this den.” “Shure, I hope so, sor.” At length they reached the end of the passage and once more came out into the gallery of the mine. There were none of the greasers in the gallery, but venturing to look down into the pit below Frank saw that there were fully as many of them yet gathered about the fire. It was now a serious question as to what it was best to do. To attempt to pass through the main part of the mine unobserved was utterly out of the question. They would be sure to be spotted by the foe, but Frank had decided upon a move and started to creep along down the gallery, when a startling thing occurred. Frank heard a rasping sound almost at his shoulder and then a whisper came, shrill and clear: “Whist! are you friends to me?” Frank turned with utter amazement. CHAPTER XIV. THE END. Set in the wall of the gallery was a door heavily barred with iron. A white face was pressed against it, and as Frank looked up he barely repressed a loud cry of amazement. “Heavens!” he gasped, “Harvey Montaine!” “My soul!” came back in a thrilled whisper. “Is that you Frank Reade, Jr.?” “It is nobody else.”