Fight on a few minutes more.

Death, I defy you; I am a father; I tear my child from your clutches." With this he raised her in his arms with surprising vigor.

It was Grace's turn to shake off all weakness, under the great excitement of the brain.
"Yes, I'll live," she cried, "I'll live for you.

Oh, the gallant men! Hear, hear the pickaxes at work; an army is coming to our rescue, father; the God you doubted sends them, and some hero leads them." The words had scarcely left her lips when Hope set her down in fresh alarm.

An enemy's pickaxe was at work to destroy them; Burnley was picking furiously at the weak part of the tank, shrieking, "They will tear me to pieces; there is no hope in this world nor the next for me." "Madman," cried Hope--"he'll let the water in before they can save us." He rushed at Burnley and seized him; but his frenzy was gone, and Burnley's was upon him; after a short struggle Burnley flung him off with prodigious power.