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"Perhaps we ought to turn back now," George proposed, in a short time,
seeing that they came no nearer to the boat in advance. "We left the
main gangway some time ago, and we ought not to get too far away from
it."
Will turned and looked back, facing only inky blackness.
"We should have stuck to the main gangway," he said. "I don't even
remember when we left it. Is it very far back?"
"Some distance," answered George. "You see we followed this other
boat without thinking what we were doing."
"Perhaps, if we continue to follow the other boat,' it will lead us
somewhere. The fellow rowing must know something about the interior
of the mine or he probably wouldn't be here!"
"I've been listening for a minute or more, trying to catch sound of
the fellow's oars," George went on, "but there's nothing doing. I
guess he's led us into a blind chamber and slipped away!"
"We don't, seem to be lacking for excitement," Will suggested with a
grin. "We've lost Tommy and Sandy, and the machinery of the mine has
been interfered with and the lower levels axe filling with water! Any
old time we start out to do things, there's a general mix-up!"
"Aw, quit growling and listen a minute," suggested George.
The boys listened only for a moment when the sound George had heard
was repeated. It was the call of the Wolf pack!
CHAPTER VI
THE BEAVER CALL
"That's Tommy!" exclaimed Will.
"I never knew that he belonged to the Wolf Patrol!" George observed.
"He might give the call without belonging to the Patrol!" urged Will.
The boys listened, but the sound was not repeated, although they
called out the names of their chums and gave the Beaver call
repeatedly.
"I guess it was a dream," George suggested.
"Then it was the most vivid dream I ever had!" Will declared.
They rowed about the chamber for some moments, searching for the
source of the call, but to no purpose.
"Let's go back to the shaft," urged George.
"I'm agreeable," answered Will. "The only question now is whether we
can find the shaft. The water is so deep that all branches of the
mine look alike to me!"
In passing out of the chamber into another passage the boys were
obliged to stoop low in order to avoid what is called a dip.
After passing under the dip so close to the ceiling that the boys
were obliged to lie down in the boat in order to protect their heads,
they came to a large chamber which seemed to be fairly dry save in the
center, where there was a depression of considerable size.
"Nothing doing here!" Will exclaimed as he flashed his searchlight
around the place. "This chamber looks as if there hadn't been an
ounce of coal mined here for a hundred years."
"Then let's get out," George proposed, "and make our way back to the
shaft if possible. If we can't, we'll make noise enough to attract
Canfield's attention and let him come and lead us out."
"Here we go, then," cried Will, giving the boat a great push toward
the dip. "We can't get out any too fast."
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