The two friends had been making a tour of inspection through the deserted galleries of the mine, which were so soon to be filled with a crowd of toiling miners, when Farwell suddenly announced his intention of returning to the East.
Receiving no answer to his last question, Cartwright asked again somewhat more emphatically,—
"What the deuce has put such an idea into your head, Charlie?"
"You did not hear any sound, I suppose, a minute ago?" said Farwell.
"No. What was it like?"
"It was the sound of a woman's voice, and it called my name. No, Cartwright, I did not suppose that you had heard the voice; but I did. It was the voice of the woman I love; she called to me in distress. I must go to her."
He rose as he spoke, looked into the darkness dreamily, and then walked with a quick, determined pace down the gallery, Cartwright
