The voice seemed hoarse with shouting,
and it cried 'Look out! Look out!' And then again, 'Halloa! Below there!
Look out!' I caught up my lamp, turned it on red, and ran towards the
figure, calling, 'What's wrong? What has happened? Where?' It stood
just outside the blackness of the tunnel. I advanced so close upon it
that I wondered at its keeping the sleeve across its eyes. I ran right
up at it, and had my hand stretched out to pull the sleeve away, when
it was gone."
"Into the tunnel?" said I.
"No. I ran on into the tunnel, five hundred yards. I stopped and held
my lamp above my head, and saw the figures of the measured distance,
and saw the wet stains stealing down the walls and trickling through
the arch. I ran out again, faster than I had run in (for I had a mortal
abhorrence of the place upon me), and I looked all round the red light
with my own red light, and I went up the iron ladder to the gallery
atop of it, and I came down again, and ran back here. I telegraphed
both ways, 'An alarm has been given.
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