"But," and her voice quivered just a trifle, "but suppose some wolf or bear--"
"Oh, I"m not quite so foolhardy as all that!" he retorted. "I"m not going to venture outside till to-morrow. My idea is that I can find at least a few essentials right here in this building.
"It"s a city in itself--or was. Offices, stores, shops, everything right here together in a lump. It can"t possibly take me very long to go down and rummage out something for your comfort.
"Now that the first shock and surprise of our awakening are over, we can"t go on in this way, you know--h"m!--dressed in--well, such exceedingly primitive garb!"
Silently she looked at his dim figure in the dusk. Then she stretched out her hand.
"I"ll go too," said she quite simply.
"You"d better stay. It"s safer here."
"No, I"m going."
"But if we run into dangers?"
"Never mind. Take me with you."
Over to her he came. He took her hand. In silence he pressed it. Thus for a moment they stood. Then, arousing himself to action, he said: "First of all, a light."
"A light? How can you make a light? Why, there isn"t a match left anywhere in this whole world."
"I know, but there are other things. Probably my chemical flasks and vials aren"t injured. Gla.s.s is practically imperishable. And if I"m not mistaken, the bottles must be lying somewhere in that rubbish heap over by the window."
He left her wondering, and knelt among the litter. For a while he silently delved through the triturated bits of punky wood and rust-red metal that now represented the remains of his chemical cabinet.
All at once he exclaimed: "Here"s one! And here"s another! This certainly _is_ luck! H-m! I shouldn"t wonder if I got almost all of them back."
One by one he found a score of thick, ground-gla.s.s vials. Some were broken, probably by the shock when they and the cabinet had fallen, but a good many still remained intact.
Among these were the two essential ones. By the last dim ghost of light through the window, and by the sense of touch, Stern was able to make out the engraved symbols "P" and "S" on these bottles.
"Phosphorus and sulphur," he commented. "Well, what more could I reasonably ask? Here"s alcohol, too, hermetically sealed. Not too bad, eh?"
While the girl watched, with wondering admiration, Stern thought hard a moment. Then he set to work.
First he took a piece of the corroded metal framework of the cabinet, a steel strip about eighteen inches long, frail in places, but still sufficiently strong to serve his purpose.
Tearing off some rags from his coat-sleeve, he wadded them together into a ball as big as his fist. Around this ball he twisted the metal strip, so that it formed at once a holder and a handle for the rag-ma.s.s.
With considerable difficulty he worked the gla.s.s stopper out of the alcohol bottle, and with the fluid saturated the rags. Then, on a clear bit of the floor, he spilled out a small quant.i.ty of the phosphorus and sulphur.
"This beats getting fire by friction all hollow," he cheerfully remarked. "I"ve tried that, too, and I guess it"s only in books a white man ever succeeds at it. But this way you see, it"s simplicity itself."
Very moderate friction, with a bit of wood from the wreckage of the door, sufficed to set the phosphorus ablaze. Stern heaped on a few tiny lumps of sulphur. Then, coughing as the acrid fumes arose from the sputter of blue flame, he applied the alcohol-soaked torch.
Instantly a puff of fire shot up, colorless and clear, throwing no very satisfactory light, yet capable of dispelling the thickest of the gloom.
The blaze showed Stern"s eager face, long-bearded and dusty, as he bent over this crucial experiment.
The girl, watching closely, felt a strange new thrill of confidence and solace. Some realization of the engineer"s resourcefulness came to her, and in her heart she had confidence that, though the whole wide world had crumbled into ruin, yet _he_ would find a way to smooth her path, to be a strength and refuge for her.
But Stern had no time for any but matters of intensest practicality.
From the floor he arose, holding the flambeau in one hand, the bottle of alcohol in the other.
"Come now," bade he, and raised the torch on high to light her way, "You"re still determined to go?"
For an answer she nodded. Her eyes gleamed by the uncanny light.
And so, together, he leading out of the room and along the wrecked hall, they started on their trip of exploration out into the unknown.
CHAPTER VI
TREASURE-TROVE
Never before had either of them realized just what the meaning of forty-eight stories might be. For all their memories of this height were a.s.sociated with smooth-sliding elevators that had whisked them up as though the tremendous height had been the merest trifle.
This night, however, what with the broken stairs, the debris-c.u.mbered hallways, the lurking darkness which the torch could hardly hold back from swallowing them, they came to a clear understanding of the problem.
Every few minutes the flame burned low and Stern had to drop on more alcohol, holding the bottle high above the flame to avoid explosion.
Long before they had compa.s.sed the distance to the ground floor the girl lagged with weariness and shrank with nameless fears.
Each black doorway that yawned along their path seemed ominous with memories of life that had perished there, of death that now reigned all-supreme.
Each corner, every niche and crevice, breathed out the spirit of the past and of the mystic tragedy which in so brief a time had wiped the human race from earth, "as a mother wipes the milky lips of her child."
And Stern, though he said little save to guide Beatrice and warn her of unusual difficulties, felt the somber magic of the place. No poet, he; only a man of hard and practical details. Yet he realized that, were he dowered with the faculty, here lay matter for an Epic of Death such as no Homer ever dreamed, no Virgil ever could have penned.
Now and then, along the corridors and down the stairways, they chanced on curious little piles of dust, scattered at random in fantastic shapes.
These for a few minutes puzzled Stern, till stooping, he stirred one with his hand. Something he saw there made him start back with a stifled exclamation.
"What is it?" cried the girl, startled. "Tell me!"
But he, realizing the nature of his discovery--for he had seen a human incisor tooth, gold-filled, there in the odd little heap--straightened up quickly and a.s.sumed to smile.
"It"s nothing, nothing at all!" he answered. "Come, we haven"t got any time to waste. If we"re going to provide ourselves with even a few necessaries before the alcohol"s all gone, we"ve got to be at work!"
And onward, downward, ever farther and farther, he led her through the dark maze of ruin, which did not even echo to their barefoot tread.
Like disheveled wraiths they pa.s.sed, soundlessly, through eerie labyrinths and ways which might have served as types of Coleridge"s "caverns measureless to man," so utterly drear they stretched out in their ghostly desolation.
At length, after an eternal time of weariness and labor, they managed to make their way down into the ruins of the once famous and beautiful arcade which had formerly run from Madison Avenue to the square.