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Updated: June 20, 2025
The rush was checked for an instant, milling upon the road. "Dick," I cried, "rush Ruth over to the tunnel mouth. We'll follow. We can hold them there. I'll get Martin. Chiu-Ming, after the pony, quick." I pushed the two over the rim of the hollow. Side by side the Chinaman and I ran back through the gateway. I pointed to the animal and rushed back into the fortress. "Quick, Mart!"
"It was what we heard," I said. "The sounds it was then that this was made." "The foot of Shin-je!" Chiu-Ming's voice was tremulous. "The lord of Hell has trodden here!" I translated for Drake's benefit. "Has the lord of Hell but one foot?" asked Dick, politely. "He bestrides the mountains," said Chiu-Ming. "On the far side is his other footprint.
All too short was the check, but once more we held them and again. Now Ruth and Dick were a scant fifty yards from the crevice. I saw him stop, push her from him toward it. She shook her head. Now Chiu-Ming was with them. Ruth sprang to the pony, lifted from its back a rifle. Then into the mass of their pursuers Drake and she poured a fusillade. They huddled, wavered, broke for cover.
On the farther side of this stony dike our pursuers were held like rushing waters behind a sudden fallen tree. "Timed to a second!" cried Ventnor. "Hold 'em for a while. Fuses and dynamite. Blew out the whole side, right on 'em, by the Lord!" On we fled. Chiu-Ming was now well in advance; Ruth and Dick less than half a mile from the opening of the green tunnel.
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