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timbers, and dirt must have knocked 
me to the ground. 
As it was, I landed sprawling in the 
snow outside, sweeping the lean woman 
down with me. It was very like a dime 
novel. Three lone women who, for 
purposes of intensification, may be 
called enemies, staring with white faces 
at a wall of dirt, and trying to realise 
that a minute before it had been a black 
hole. And at the other end of that 
hole now were two men horribly im- 
prisoned in a rock-walled tomb with- 
out air or food, perhaps dead. We 
could not tell how much of a cave-in 
it was. 
The lean woman rushed for Mrs. 
Kansas’ horse and wagon and went to 
alarm the hamlet. I dashed up the hill 
a quarter of a mile to awaken the night 
shift, who were in their cabin sleeping. 
