And then, as Dave's torch gave a final flicker and went out, our hero saw a shaft of light move over the rocks above his head.
"It's Roger's flashlight!" he told himself, and then he set up another cry.
The rays of the flashlight became stronger and of a sudden they shot downward, directly in Dave's face.
"It's Dave!" came in Roger's voice. "Are you all right?"
"Yes," was the ready reply. "That you, Roger?"
"Yes. Phil is with me."
"Were you hurt?"
"Shaken up a bit, that's all," replied Phil, and now Dave saw his chums standing in an opening that was about eight feet above his head.
"We had better get out of here," went on Roger, quickly. "Another landslide may bury us alive!"
"I've found the mine!" cried Dave. "I've got some nuggets from it—and a pick, a crowbar, and a broken lantern, all with your uncle's initials on them!"
"Good for you!" cried the senator's son. "Phil and I found some evidences of the mine up here—an old coat of my uncle's and some of his stakes. But we had better get out now—we can talk this thing over later."
