Then he heard, even at the distance, the sound of Hal Hastings panting,
as though engaged in hard physical effort.
Again rose Hastings's frantic voice, though somewhat muffled in its
sound.
"If you don't hustle, it will be too late!"
Jack dropped the shovel on the ground, wheeled, and ran down the slope
to where Hal's voice sounded.
"I'm coming, old fellow!" quivered the submarine skipper, starting to
run.
Boom! A terrific explosion shook the ground. The air seemed full of
flying fragments of rock.
CHAPTER X
"MR. GRAY" MAKES NEW TROUBLE
Had Jack Benson started down the slope two or three seconds later he
must have been killed.
As it was, the fearful force of concussion sent him sprawling headlong
on the ground.
A shower of small fragments of rock and of loose dirt fell about him.
Yet Jack was up again, like a flash, never stopping to inquire whether
he had been hurt.
"O-oh!" came the groan, from Hal Hastings.
"There, in a second!" panted Captain Jack, beginning to run again.
A blow sounded, then a fall.
Captain Jack raced into a little, bush-lined hollow, just in time to
see Millard leap up and take to his heels.
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