I am afraid it's a bad job, but we may get through yet.' "We had not gone fifty yards before we came on the afterdamp, filling the headway like smoke.

Jack and I took hold of each other's collars and ran, but before we were half-way through, he fell.

I kept good hold of his shirt, and dragged him on on the ground.

I felt as strong as a horse; and in ten seconds, which seemed to me like ten hours, I dragged him out under the shaft into clear air.

At first I thought he was dead, but he was still alive, and very little of that.