thereby spreading a cake of mud which he had unsuspectingly worn since morning, in a genial pattern over his right temple, a consuming ambition seized him.
"Now that's something I should like to do," he declared. "Anything to prevent?"
"Why, no; not if you're up to that kind of thing. They're doing it every day."
"Why don't you go down that way now?" Dayton asked. "We shall be driving right by the tunnel in an hour or two, and can pick you up."
By this time they had effected an entrance into the shed, the door of which was securely locked, while the boards of one entire side of the tumble-down structure swung in at a touch. The three men stood looking down the pitch black hole into which the rope disappeared.
"Looks kind of pokey, doesn't it?" said Allery Jones. "Think you'd better try it, Fetherbee?"
For answer, Mr. Fetherbee seized the lightly swinging rope with both hands, twisted one leg about it and slid gaily from sight.
"Bon voyage!" called Dayton, down the inky shaft.
"Yage!" came a hollow voice from the
