Occasionally a hollow sound came booming down the tunnel, when one or
other grunted out a word of objurgation on the narrowness of things, but
for the most part they wormed along in silence, Morgan shifting forward
his lamp, foot by foot, and straining his eyes into the darkness ahead,
Trevna close behind with his gun at full cock and ready for instant
action.
"Gad'rabotin, but they take their time, those two!" said John Drillot,
impatiently, outside.
"It iss going right through to Wailee, I do think," growled Evan Morgan
inside.
And it was just after that that there broke out in the depths of the
tunnel a commotion so extraordinary that the listeners outside could
make nothing at all of it, and could only lurch about in amazement and
climb up and push their heads into the tunnel, and wonder what it all
meant. Then, in the midst of the turmoil, there came the thunderous
bellow of the gun, and after a time a trickle of thin blue smoke floated
lazily out and hung about the well; and the men outside sniffed
appreciatively, and said, "Ch'est b'en!" and waited hopefully.
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