"By the Holy Grove, what has happened to the air!" It was a Sonthal gangman of Gang Mogul in Number Nine gallery, and he was driving a six-foot way through the coal. Then there was a rush from the other galleries, and Gang Janki and Gang Rahim stumbled up with their basket-women. "Water has come in the mine," they said, "and there is no way of getting out." "I went down," said Janki--"down the slope of my gallery, and I felt the water." "There has been no water in the cutting in our time," clamored the women, "Why cannot we go away?" "Be silent!" said Janki, "Long ago, when my father was here, water came to Ten--no, Eleven--cutting, and there was great trouble. Let us get away to where the air is better." The three gangs and the basket-women left Number Nine gallery and went further up Number Sixteen. At one turn of the road they could see the pitchy black water lapping on the coal. It had touched the roof of a gallery that they knew well--a gallery where they used to smoke their _huqas_ and manage their flirtations. Seeing this, they called aloud upon their Gods, and the Mehas, who are thrice bastard Muhammadans, strove to recollect the name of the Prophet. They came to a great open square whence nearly all the coal had been extracted. It was the end of the out-workings, and the end of the mine. Far away down the gallery a small pumping-engine, used for keeping dry a deep working and fed with steam from above, was throbbing faithfully. They heard it cease. "They have cut off the steam," said Kundoo, hopefully. "They have given the order to use all the steam for the pit-bank pumps. They will clear out the water." "If the water has reached the smoking-gallery," said Janki, "all the Company's pumps can do nothing for three days." "It is very hot," moaned Jasoda, the Meah basket-woman. "There is a very bad air here because of the lamps." "Put them out," said Janki; "why do you want lamps?" The lamps were put out and the company sat still in the utter dark. Somebody rose quietly and began walking over the coals. It was Janki, who was touching the walls with his hands. "Where is the ledge?" he murmured to himself. "Sit, sit!" said Kundoo. "If we die, we die. The air is very bad." But Janki still stumbled and crept and tapped with his pick upon the walls. The women rose to their feet. "Stay all where you are. Without the lamps you cannot see, and I--I am always seeing," said Janki. Then he paused, and called out: "Oh, you who have been in the cutting more than ten years, what is the name of this open place? I am an old man and I have forgotten." "Bullia's Room," answered the Sonthal, who had complained of the vileness of the air. "Again," said Janki. "Bullia's Room." "Then I have found it," said Janki. "The name only had slipped my memory. Tibu's gang's gallery is here." "A lie," said Kundoo. "There have been no galleries in this place since my day."