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"Will you report, Mr Entwistle?" said Carthew, who found that the surviving mutineers appeared to regard him as the supreme head of the present enterprise and Entwistle as his chief adviser.
Amos Entwistle complied.
There were two ways, he explained in his broad north-country dialect, by which Number Three could be reached from the shaft. One was the intake, along which fresh air was conducted to the workings, and the other was the main road, which could be reached through any of the pa.s.sages leading away from the face. The explosion in the main road had brought down the roof for a distance which might be almost anything. The intake was blocked too. It was some way from the scene of the explosion, but the props were gone, and the roof had come down from end to end, for all he knew.
"Is there no other way out?" said Carthew.
"None, sir."
Carthew indicated the row of openings beside them.
"Don't any of these lead anywhere?"
"They all lead to the main road, except that one at the end, which leads to the intake. We have plenty of room to move about, and plenty of air; but we are shut in, and that's a fact, sir."
"Is that your opinion too, Mr Wilkie?"
"We canna get gettin' oot o' this, sir," replied the oracle with complacent finality.
There was a deathlike silence. Then Master Hopper began to cry softly.
He was going to die, he reflected between his sobs, and he was very young to do so. It was hard luck his being there at all. He had only joined the riot from youthful exuberance and a desire to be "in the hea.r.s.e," as an old Scottish lady once bitterly observed of a too pushful mourner at her husband's funeral. He entertained no personal animosity against the owner of the pit: in fact he had never set eyes on him. His desire had merely been to see the fun. Well, he was seeing it. He wept afresh.
Atkinson and Denton sat and gazed helplessly at Carthew. The part they had played in sealing up six souls in the bowels of the earth had faded from their minds: to be just, it had faded from the minds of their companions as well. The past lay buried with Renwick and Davies.
The future occupied their entire attention.
There was another danger to be considered--the suffocating after-damp of the explosion. Carthew inquired about this. Entwistle considered that the risk was comparatively slight.
"The cloths hung across the approaches to the main road should keep it away," he said. "It's a heavy gas, and don't move about much, like. We shall be able to tell by the lamps, anyway."
"Then what had we better do?" said Carthew briskly. "Dig?"
One of the men--Atkinson--lifted his head from his hands.
"Ah were saaved by t' Salvationists once," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "Ah could put up a prayer."
"I think we will try the effect of a little spade-work first," said Carthew. "_Laborare est orare_, just now!" he added to himself.
A few hours later they re-a.s.sembled. They had tapped, sounded, hewed, and shovelled at every potential avenue of escape, but to no purpose.
The intake and main road appeared to be blocked from end to end. Six men were mewed up with no food, a very little water, twenty-four hours' light, and a limited quant.i.ty of oxygen; and they had no means of knowing how near or how far away help might be.
All they were certain of was that on the other side of the barrier which shut them in men were working furiously to reach them in time, and that up above women were praying to G.o.d that He would deliver them.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
BLACK SUNDAY.
The search party had concluded its investigations, and stood at the foot of the shaft, which fortunately had not been injured by the distant explosion, waiting for the cage.
A pit-bottom is an unexpectedly s.p.a.cious place, more resembling the cellars of a ducal mansion, or a city station in the days of the old under-ground, than a burrow in the hidden places of the earth.
Whitewashed brick archways open up long vistas, illuminated by electric lamps. Through an adjacent doorway streams the cheerful glow of the engine-room, from which the haulage of the trucks is controlled. Only in the "sump," below the level of the flooring at the foot of the shaft, the water gleams black and dismally.
"Is there any other road to explore, Mr Walker?" asked a huge man in blue overalls, with a patent breathing apparatus strapped upon his back.
"No, Sir John. All we can do at present is to get the ventilating gear going again, and then send down a double s.h.i.+ft to get to work on the main road, in the hope of finding some one alive at the end of it.
Meanwhile we will go up and look at the pit-plan."
"How long do you think it will take to get through? You know more of the geography of this pit than I do."
"It depends on how far the roof is down. It will be slow work, for we must re-prop as we go. Twenty yards an hour is about the best we can expect to do, working top-notch all the time. And if the road is blocked from end to end, as well it may be, it will be a question of days, Sir John."
"And in Number Three they have neither food nor drink?"
"Neither, to our knowledge. Probably they have a little water, though.
We must get at them double quick. Here is the cage coming down."
The cage roared upwards between the wooden guides, black with long use and glistening with oil and water; and presently the party were back in the great shed which covered the pit-head, pus.h.i.+ng their way through anxious inquirers to the office buildings.
Leaving the other members of the search party--an overman and two hewers--to report progress, Sir John and his manager shut themselves into the inner office. Here Walker unrolled the pit-plan, which, with its blocks and junctions and crossings, looked very like an ordinary street map.
"Here we are," he said. "We have been able to explore the whole pit except this part here"--he dug the point of his pencil into a distant corner--"and the reason is that the means of access to that particular level are blocked. Here is where the block begins." The pencil swiftly shaded in a section. "There is the intake, all blown to smithereens; that and the road to Number Three. But if there are men alive in the pit, Number Three is where we shall find them."
"Do you believe that they are alive?" asked Juggernaut.
"I do. It seems incredible that the whole roof should have come down.
We must get the ventilating plant in order and dig them out; that's the only way. We should be able to start work immediately."
"Right!" said Juggernaut, bracing himself at the blessed thought of action once more. "I'll call for volunteers."
A minute later, appearing at a brilliantly lit window, he addressed the silent throng below him. To most of them this was the second speech that they had received from him in twelve hours.
"We have been down the pit," he said. "There has been a biggish explosion, and Number Three is cut off by a heavy fall. The air below will be breathable in less than an hour, and we are going to set to work right away, and clear, and clear, and clear until we find out whether there is any one left alive there. Now,"--his voice rang out in sudden and irresistible appeal--"we want _men_, and plenty of them.
Short s.h.i.+fts and high pressure! Those poor fellows have very little water, no food, and a doubtful air supply. I ask for volunteers. Who will come down? Step forward--now!"
A gentle ripple pa.s.sed over the sea of upturned faces. Then it died away. The distance between the speaker and his entire audience had diminished by one pace.
"Thank you!" said Juggernaut simply. "I knew I had only to ask. Mr Walker, will you call the overmen together and get going as soon as possible?"
A few hours earlier the men of Belton had failed in an enterprise for lack of a leader. Now they had found one.
Sir John Carr drove the first shovel into the ma.s.s which blocked the main road, and for the s.p.a.ce of thirty minutes he set a standard of pace in the work of rescue which younger and more supple successors found it hard to maintain.