Quickly as the windlass revolved it seemed an endless time to Dick before the bucket came up, and the first man stepped out.

It was not Red George.

Dick had hardly expected it would be.

Red George would be sure to see his two mates up before him, and the man uttered a cry of alarm as he saw the water, now within a few feet of the mouth of the shaft.
It was a torrent now, for not only was it coming through the dam, but it was rushing down in cascades from the new channel.

Without a word the miner placed himself facing Dick, and the moment the bucket was again down, the three grasped the handles.