e that the little
Skye terrier would by no means encourage, for she continued to run
around the ruins, and in and out among the legs of the workmen, to the
serious danger of her own life and limbs, and to bark and whine and paw,
and assert in every emphatic manner a little brute could use, that her
master and mistress were really under there and nowhere else.

"You'll drive me to despair, you little devil of a dog! You'd make 'em
there, whether they're there or not, and I tell you they an't there!"
cried Joe in desperation.

But Nelly held to her own opinion, and clamorously maintained it.

She was soon justified. The workmen, in course of their digging, removed
quite a hill of plaster, stone, and broken timbers, and came upon a
leaning fragment of the back wall, inclined at an angle of about
forty-five degrees, and supported in its place by a portion of the altar
and the iron door of the vault, which had stood the shock of the
explosion.

Under this leaning wall, and completely protected by it, lay two men,
scorched, bruised, stunned, insensible, but still living.

They were Lyon Berners and Robert Munson. Amid the surprise and
satisfaction of the crowd, they were carefully lifted out and laid upon
the ground, while every simple means at hand were used for their
restoration, while the little Skye terrier ran round and round with
yelps of joy and triumph, which seemed to say:

"I told you so! and next time you'll believe me!"

"Friends," said Captain Pendleton, addressing some of the men who were
still working away at the ruins, "there is no use in your digging
longer! You may see from the very position of that wall and the aspect
of everything else here, that there can be no more bodies among the
ruins. You can do nothing to bring the dead to life; but you can do
much to save the living from death. Hurry some of you to the nearest
house and bring a couple of shutters, and narrow mattresses also, if
possible! These men must be taken to my house, which is nearest, to
receive medical attention."

As the captain spoke, a dozen workmen threw down their tools and started
on the errand.

Old Joe hobbled up to the spot, where Captain Pendleton sat supporting
the head of Mr. Berners on his knee, while little Nelly jumped around,
now in a hysterical state between joy and fear; for she saw at last,
that though her master was rescued, he was not yet safe. On seeing Joe
come up, she jumped upon him with an eager bark whi