You're very tired."
The proffered assistance was thankfully accepted, and another half-hour of
vigorous effort set Harold's limbs free. He stretched them out, with a low
exclamation of gratitude and relief.
At the same instant a whisper came to their ears. "The work's done at
last. Jones is out. Parsons close at his heels. Cox behind him. Will you
go next?"
"Thanks, no; I will be the last," said Duncan; "and take charge of Allison
here, who is too weak to travel far alone."
"Then I'm off," returned the voice. "Don't lose a minute in following me."
"Now, Allison," whispered Harry, "summon all your strength and courage,
old fellow."
"Duncan, you are a true and noble friend! God reward you. Let me be last."
"No, in with you, man! not an instant to spare;" and with kindly force he
half lifted his friend into the well, and guided him to the mouth of the
tunnel.
Allison crept through it as fast as his feeble strength would permit,
Duncan close behind him.
They emerged in safety, as the others had done before them; at once
scattering in different directions.
These two moved on together, for several minutes, plunging deeper and
deeper into the woods, but presently paused to take breath and consider
their bearings.
"Oh, the air of liberty is sweet!" exclaimed Duncan, in low, exultant
tones; "but we mustn't delay here.
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