was worth, he'd tell you.
Why, there's not only them in the old mine, but the cliffs swarm with
them things as goes raging about whenever there's a storm. I never used
to believe in them, but I do now."

"And I don't," said Joe, "and you won't frighten me. It's poor old Gwyn
we heard shouting, and there must be an opening somewhere down into the
mine."

"Wheer is it, then?" whispered the man. "You've been all over here
times enough, and so have I, but I never found no hole 'cept the one big
one down."

"No, I never saw one, but there must be. There!" For a faint hail came
again from the wall of rock behind them.

"Gwyn, ahoy!" cried Joe as loudly as he could.

"Ahoy!" came back steadily.

"Why, it's an echo," cried Joe, excitedly. "Ahoy! Ahoy!"

"Oy--oy!" came back from the wall, and directly after, much more
faintly--"Oy--help!"

"Oh, what fools--what idiots!" cried Joe, excitedly; and certain now of
where his comrade was, he went quickly down the slope to the cliff edge
and looked over down towards where the sea eddied among the fallen rocks
three hundred feet below, and shouted,--"Gwyn!--Gwyn!"

His voice seemed lost there; but as he listened there came faintly a
reply in the one appealing cry--"help!"

But it was away to his right, where the rocks rose up rugged and broken.
Where he stood the grass ran right to the edge, but there the granite
looked as if it had been built up with large blocks into a mighty
overhanging bastion, which rose up fully fifty feet higher; and it was
evident that Gwyn had worked his way somewhere out to the cliff face far
below this mass.

"Why there must be an adit," cried Hardock, in a tone full of wonder.
"I never knowed of that."

[Note; an adit is a horizontal shaft driven in from the cliff.]

"Yes, and he's safe--he's safe?" cried Joe; and his manliness all
departed in his wild excitement, for he burst into a fit of hysterical
sobbing. He mastered his emotion though, directly, and shouted,--

"Hold on! Coming," in the hope of being heard.

He was heard, for, faintly heard from below to their right, came the
former appealing word--

"Help!"

"All right," he yelled. "Now, Sam, can I get down there?"

"You'll get to the bottom afore you know it," replied the man. "No."

"Then you must lower me with the rope."

"What, and one o' my knots!" said the man, maliciously.

"Oh, don't talk," cried Joe, "but come on. We must get along to where
it's right