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Each one now noticed that his life-torch was weakening. How much longer would they last? They dared not answer that question. They could only hope. The sun, too, was moving away from them. Soon the long night would set in. By Mark's computation there was only three more days of daylight left. What would happen in the desolate darkness?
The same way you came from death to life, returne without passion or amazement, from life to death: your death is but a peece of the worlds order, and but a parcell of the worlds life. Mortall men live by mutuall entercourse: And yeeld their life-torch, as men in a course. Shal I not change this goodly contexture of things for you?
"Jack in a crater!" gasped Mark, as he ran forward, holding his own life-torch close to his mouth and nose. Advancing by leaps and bounds, and getting over the ground in a manner most surprising, Mark soon found himself on the edge of the great, yawning crater, into which his chum Jack had started to slide. I say started, for, fortunately, the lad had been saved from death but by a narrow margin.
We want to see as much of it as possible." They sat discussing various matters, and, while doing so, Washington White peered into the living cabin. "Has yo' got one ob dem torch-light processions t' spare?" he asked. "Torch-light processions?" queried Mark. "What do you think this is, an election, Wash?" "I guess he means a life-torch," suggested Jack. "Are you going out, Wash?"
"I'm going to fall into a crater a bottomless pit! I'm on the edge of it!" yelled the lad who had jumped. And, with horror-stricken eyes, Mark saw his chum disappear from sight beyond a pile of rugged rocks, toward which he had leaped. The last glimpse Mark had was of the life-torch, which Jack held up in the air, close to his head.
He called to Jack occasionally, bidding him keep up his courage. "I'll soon have you out," he said cheeringly. In a few minutes Mark had a long, stout strip of hide, and, taking his life-torch with him, he advanced once more to the edge of the crater. He stuck the torch in between some rocks, as before, and looked down at Jack. "I I can't hold on much longer," gasped the unfortunate lad.
Here is your life-torch, Professor Henderson, and there is one for you, too, Andy, and Washington." "'Scuse me!" exclaimed the colored man hastily, as he started back toward the kitchen. "Why, what's the matter?" asked Jack. "Don't you want to go out, and walk around the moon, and pick up diamonds?"
"After all, I've often been out without an overcoat on cold days," he said to himself. "I guess I can stand it for a while, and when Jack is up I can run back to the projectile and keep warm that way." To think was to act, and Mark laid down his life-torch to take off the big fur coat.
Save your strength, hold fast, and I'll get you up." But, having said that much, Mark was not so sure how next to proceed. It was going to be no easy task to haul up Jack, and that without ropes or other apparatus. Another matter that added to the danger was the necessity of keeping the life-torch close to one's face in order to prevent death by the poisonous gases.
"I'll get you up, don't worry!" called Mark, as confidently as he could. "Hold tight, Jack. What has become of your life-torch?" "I have it here by me. I didn't drop it, and it's on a piece of the rock near my head. Otherwise I couldn't breathe. Oh, this place is fearfully deep. I guess it hasn't any bottom." "Now, keep still, and don't think about that.
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