He took no notice of the appeal, but lowered one foot, got a fresh hold, bent towards the lanthorn, extending his arm to the utmost, touched the handle, but it moved an inch, a stone broke from where he was standing, to go down with a rattle, and then, to the young man's dismay, the lanthorn began to glide. It was all in a moment. He bent down lower and made a sudden snatch, his left hand slipped from its hold, and he was falling, but in that brief instant he grasped the lanthorn. The next it was beneath him, the light was out, and with a rush of dislodged stones he felt himself rushing rapidly down the cavern side with the water roaring loudly in his ears, but pierced by a cry that robbed him of all power as thoroughly | as if he had received a paralytic stroke. CHAPTER SIX. THE LEAD OF LEAD. "Ahoy there! Sturgess! Are you hurt?" "Hurt, sir? No." "Then don't make that noise, man. Any one would think you were a child, frightened at the dark." "But where are you, sir?" "Down here, of course." "I thought you were killed, sir, and--and--" "That you were left alone in the dark, man. There, wait till I get a light." Michael Sturgess muttered an oath, and leaned forward over the sharp slope, as he wiped the great drops of fear-born perspiration from his face. "Child, am I?" he muttered. "I'll let him see. Enough to scare anybody--place like this." He gazed downward as Reed, after a little manipulation of the damaged lanthorn, struck a light, which gleamed out some sixty feet below. Then the candle was relit, giving the man a faint glimpse of the horrible-looking slope, and lastly Reed began to climb up, slowly talking the while. "Of course it's an ugly-looking place," he said; "these underground limestone caverns always are, but it's of no use to lose your nerve at the first emergency." There was a good-humoured contempt in the young engineer's tones which enraged the big strong man above him as he stood looking down at the light. "Like to scare him!" he muttered, as Reed climbed higher, rested when about half-way up, and raised the lanthorn above his head to gaze at the rock face before him, as if seeking for a good hand or foot hold. "I daresay this place goes down for far enough," he said, as he continued his climb, and kept on talking as if to take his companion's attention; "it would be interesting to try and plumb the depth." "Shall I take the lanthorn?" said Sturgess, a minute or two later. "No, thanks, I'll carry it," replied Reed, as he made his way to where Sturgess stood. "I shall want to look at the walls here and there as we go back. There! might have been worse. A bit scratched, and my clothes a little torn. I will go back to the regular old workings now. There has evidently never been anything done here." "No, sir; what I told you. No good here." "No good!" said Reed, with a laugh. "I think there's a great deal of good."