The Iron Boys in the Mines; or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft

by Frank V. Webster

  CHAPTER VII

  "IS ANYONE ALIVE IN THERE?"

  "Order the timber-men in here! Get a pair of jacks and raise the timbersbodily. Get a move on you, men! We may be able to save them yet!"

  Superintendent Penton, of the Cousin Jack Mine, had been summoned bytelephone at the first sign of trouble. In his miner's outfit, with agreen candle stuck in the holder on his hat, he had hurried down intothe mine and made his way quickly to the sub-level where the accidenthad occurred. He needed no guide to reach the place, for he knew themaze of tunnels of that underground hive of industry so well that hecould have followed them to any given point with his eyes shut.

  A few brief, pointed questions had brought out the full story of theaccident, but Mr. Penton had not addressed Spooner; he had made hisinquiries from the men who had been working on that level and in thedrift where the explosion had happened.

  "Shovelers, here! Throw that rock back! Be careful that you do notundermine the lagging and let the roof all the way down. It's lucky theexplosion blew ore enough out to hold the timbers off the ground, or ourwork would be much more difficult."

  The superintendent had taken full charge of the operations. His longexperience had told him exactly what to do. The official showed no traceof excitement; instead, his every faculty was centered on the work inhand. His tones were stern, his orders sharp and incisive.

  By this time the jacks had been brought. At the superintendent'sdirection a heavy timber had been placed as a support under those thathad been broken and the jacks set to work. Little by little, creakingand groaning, the wrecked lagging was raised inch by inch.

  "Steady, there! Hold it, men!"

  Those at the jacks stopped work.

  "Let half a dozen shovelers get in there," Penton directed. "Throw outsome of that dirt. We must get an opening as soon as possible to let airin. Throw away the larger pieces first."

  In the meantime the superintendent had ordered a fresh drill brought up,the one belonging to that shift being in the wrecked drift. A line ofpipe had been laid to the nearest connection to furnish the compressedair with which to operate the drill.

  As soon as the rock had been removed sufficiently, the official orderedthe drill set in place. He indicated where the drilling was to be doneand a moment later the steady "bang, bang" of the diamond drill filledthe air to the exclusion of all other sounds.

  "She's through, sir," announced the drill-man, nodding to thesuperintendent.

  "Withdraw the drill."

  The official placed his nose to the hole thus made, and shook his head.

  "You haven't reached it. Try a hole above the shoring. We must get airin there."

  Again the powerful drill began its work. Gathered in a closely massedgroup were the other miners waiting, silent, anxious, the flames ofcandles on their caps flickering and swaying from side to side in thefaint draft that swirled through the long, dark cavern. Attention wasdivided between the working drill and the calm-faced, strong,resourceful man who was directing the operations. He was master and themen knew it.

  "All right." announced the drill-man again.

  The superintendent nodded. The drill was withdrawn. Following it came alittle puff of white, nauseating smoke.

  "We've hit it," announced the executive calmly. "Now, bore another holeon the same line but about six feet to the left, so we shall get a draftthrough the enclosed drift."

  This was promptly done.

  The superintendent, as soon as the noise of the drill had ceased, placedhis lips close to the hole thus made.

  "Hello, in there! Is anyone alive in there?"

  No answer came from the closed drift.

  "They're dead. What's the use in bothering about them?" growled Spooner.

  Mr. Penton shot a withering glance at the contractor.

  "We will proceed on the theory that they are alive until we have learnedthat they are not," replied the superintendent coldly.

  "Shall we go on raising the lagging?" asked the timber-man.

  "No; wait until the powder smoke is out of the drift and some fresh airhas taken its place. The two men in there will be suffocated unless wefree the place of powder fumes. Remove the drill from the pipe and forcea little air through the vent holes. Not too much; just enough todislodge the smoke and force it out. It won't stand much pressure.There, that will do. Now, jackmen, get to work. Keep on shoveling belowthere."

  Giving his orders calmly and encouragingly, the work proceeded withgreat success. The diggers were gradually boring in under the timberthat the jacks were raising.

  After a time their shovels and bars poked a hole through the debris intothe drift. It was a small hole, so small that the average man would havedifficulty in getting through it.

  Among those who had hurried to the scene was Bob Jarvis. He had beenusing a shovel industriously, and when the opening had been made hestepped up to the superintendent.

  "I think I can crawl in there now, if you will let me. I want to getthat Hurry-up kid out," added Bob.

  "Go in, if you think you can get through," nodded the superintendent."Better tie a rope to one foot before you start, so we can pull you outif you get wedged in."

  While Bob was making ready, the official got down on his hands and kneesand examined the opening in the attempt to satisfy himself that it wouldbe safe for a man to go through.

  A moment more and Bob Jarvis was wriggling through the little tunnel onhis stomach. There was still so much smoke in the drift that he nearlychoked as he pulled himself up and began groping about in the darkness.Now that he was in he lighted his candle, and there before him lay theman and the boy.

  Bob gave Rush a violent shake. Steve opened his eyes.

  "So you're all right, eh?"

  "Ye--yes. Have--have you come to li--lick me?" mumbled Steve closing hiseyes.

  "No; I've come to get you out of this hole. We'll talk about the lickinglater on. Is the other fellow dead?"

  Rush pulled himself to a sitting posture at this.

  "No; I think not. He was alive when I went to sleep. He may be dead now.Come, we must get him out. How did you get in?"

  "Crawled in through that hole. Come along; I'll help you out first. Youneed looking after, judging from your appearance."

  Steve Rush's face was ghastly white and covered with blood in spots. Hehad sustained a scalp wound where a sharp-edged rock had hit him. It wasevident, however, that the powder-man was in much more seriouscondition. The man was still breathing when Bob peered into his face.

  "Yes; he's alive, but I'll help you out now," Jarvis repeated.

  "You will do nothing of the sort. This man needs attention first. I'llhelp you with him. How are we going to get him through that smallopening without hurting him?"

  "We'll have to do the best we can," answered Bob.

  "I'll tell you, Jarvis; you crawl in backwards and I will hand him toyou. Tell those on the outside to get hold of your feet and pull whenyou get far enough in. Do you think he will go through the hole?"

  "No; we've got to dig away some dirt inside here first. This end is thesmaller. The other is large enough for him. It's lucky he isn't a fatman, or we could not do it."

  Together the lads labored industriously for several minutes.

  "Are they alive?" called the voice of the superintendent through thehole.

  "Yes, both of them. Powder-man badly injured, I think."

  All preparations being made, Bob crawled into the hole, while Steve, ascarefully as he could, thrust the powder-man in after, feet first.

  It was a difficult task that Jarvis had set for himself, but he went atit with stubborn determination. Finally, after moments of wriggling andinch-by-inch progress, the men outside the drift managed to get hold ofhis feet, as Steve had directed them to do. The rest was easy.

  It was now Steve's turn, and he crawled through the hole as quickly aspossible, though he felt himself growing momentarily weaker. At last hestood outside the drift. He was swaying giddily.

  "Take t
his boy to the hospital," directed the superintendent.

  "I'm all right, sir. That is, I will be as soon as I recover from theeffects of the smoke. I'll----"

  "I suppose you hid behind the powder-man to save yourself," sneeredSpooner.

  Mr. Penton turned on the man, his face flushing hotly. It was the firsttime the superintendent had shown the slightest trace of excitement.

  "That will do, Spooner. You cut that out. You ought to be ashamed ofyourself after this boy has saved your life. I know all about it. Youwill see to it that he gets full time while he is laying off in thehospital."

  "Not at my expense he won't."

  "Very well; then let it be at my own. But I shall see to it that you donot get another contract in the Cousin Jack Mine after you have finishedwith this one. I shall have something to say to you later, also, aboutthis accident."

  "Oh, of course I'll pay him if that's the way you feel about it. I'llpay him."

  "I thought you would," answered the superintendent dryly.

  In the meantime the powder-man had been conveyed to the surface andremoved to the hospital in the superintendent's carriage, the driverhaving received orders to return at once.

  "Do you feel able to walk, Rush?" questioned the executive.

  "Ye--yes, sir; I--I think so, sir."

  "I'll help him," spoke up Bob Jarvis quickly.

  "Yes; help him to the cage and go up with him."

  Steve found that he was weaker than he thought, but leaning on Bob'sstrong arm he made his way to the lower level, where the lads caught thecage a few moments later and were conveyed to the surface.

  "I'll not forget this, Jarvis," murmured Steve.

  "Forget what?"

  "Your kindness to me."

  "I'm kind to you for another reason. I'll see you later. When you getwell I'll have something to say to you, Miss Hurry-up," was Bob'sparting shot, as he lifted the lad into the carriage and turned back tothe shaft to return to his work below ground.