First came Harry; but hope did not enter. It was inconceivable
that he, too, should have escaped that fearful torrent;
stupendous luck alone had saved me from being dashed senseless
against the rocks and guided me to the ledge on which I rested.
Then he was gone! I had no thought of my own peril. I had gone
through the world with but little regard for what it held;
nothing had been sacred to me; no affection had been more than a
day's caprice; I had merely sucked amusement from its bitter
fruit.
But I loved Harry; I realized it with something like
astonishment. He was dear to me; a keen, intense pain contracted
my chest at the thought of having lost him; tears filled my eyes;
and I raised up my voice and sang out wildly:
"Harry! Harry, lad! Harry!"
The cavern resounded. The call went from wall to wall, then back
again, floating through black space with a curious tremor, and
finally died away in some dim, unseen corridor. And then--then
came an answering call!
Owing to the conflicting echoes of the cavern, the tone could not
be recognized. But the word was unmistakable; it was "Paul."
I sprang to my feet with a shout, then stood listening.
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