Then those lips were hushed forever.
CHAPTER XII.
IN THE CAVE OF DEATH.
With the smoking torch gripped in one shaking hand and the knife that had done the terrible work in the other, Porfias del Norte hurried from the scene of that frightful underground tragedy.
"I"m the only one left," he muttered thickly. "I can"t last long in this infernal hole."
He stopped in the central chamber.
"Where does all the smoke go to?" he exclaimed. "By this time the torch should have filled the place to suffocation."
There was smoke enough in the chamber, but, as he stood there, he could see it creeping across the roof above his head, striking the lower arch of the pa.s.sage, and pa.s.sing on in a slow, gentle current.
"It finds an outlet somewhere!" he whispered, feeling his heart giving a sudden leap in his breast. "What sort of an outlet?"
The faintest ray of hope had shot into his soul. Still he realized that smoke might go where a human being could not pa.s.s. Nevertheless, with a burning sensation of eagerness creeping over his. .h.i.therto chilled body, he bent low and hastened onward into that low pa.s.sage.
All the time he kept staring upward at the smoke.
Suddenly he stopped.
He had found the place where the smoke escaped!
It was directly over his head, a long crack across the roof, scarcely wider than a man"s hand. Into this the smoke was pouring in the same slow, deliberate manner.
He stared at that crack in bitter, heart-crushed disappointment.
Smoke might escape through that narrow fissure, but a human being--never!
The agony of disappointment that he felt nearly robbed him of his strength and caused him to collapse. He fell back against the wall, a groan coming from his parched throat.
"No chance!" he said hoa.r.s.ely. "Ridgeway was right! We were both doomed when the landslide came! But he is the better off, for his agony is over!"
Then he thought of his pistol. As a last resort he could blow out his brains and have it ended.
He thrust the deadly knife back into the bosom of his shirt, straightened up, and thrust his fingers into the crack. He tried to force his hand through, to reach up appealingly to the free world far above.
A few pebbles and a little dirt came rattling down and rained over him, bounding from his head and shoulders. Some of the tiny particles of stone struck him on the face.
Then suddenly he began clawing like a madman at the crack, as if he would pull the whole mountain down upon him.
His efforts brought down more stones and earth.
He found a niche into which he set the torch, and then he fell on his knees, calling on the saints.
When he rose again to his feet he bethought himself of the knife and once more took it from the place where it was hidden. With that knife he began digging at the crack. He was compelled to stand in a cramped, crouching position, but he worked fiercely, furiously.
More and more the earth rattled over him and the tiny pebbles rained upon him. His eyes were filled and half blinded, his mouth and nostrils inhaled the dust and caused him to cough. The smoke of the torch choked him.
Still he worked on. It seemed a mad, hopeless task, for he knew that above his head the slope of the mountain extended far upward. Should he make an opening large enough for his body as far as he could reach, what then could he do?
Even though he knew that the chances were a million to one against him, he continued to labor at the roof of the cave, digging out the rocks and earth with his knife. The stuff thus set free began to heap itself in a little circular rim about his feet.
Once he stopped. The torch was dying down, and a glance showed him that it was almost burned out.
The thought of being again left in that frightful darkness made him quickly catch up the bit of burning wood that remained and hasten back to seek for more of the extinguished torches. With its aid he found two of them. He lighted one and returned to the spot where he had been at work.
It seemed that already he had spent many days in that cave of death. He wondered that he was not overcome with hunger, and he felt an awful longing for water. Oh, for a drink, for a swallow, for a drop!
"There"s plenty of water outside," he snarled. "There are streams, and rivers, and lakes! I"d give my everlasting soul to drink from one of them now!"
Dig! dig! dig! He was working in the same frantic manner as before. His strength still held out, and he was glad of that. Even if he could not escape, this was something to occupy his mind for the time and prevent him from going mad.
Suddenly a considerable ma.s.s of earth, set free by his efforts, fell into the cave. A stone, the size of a man"s fist, struck him on the shoulder, but he did not mind the pain.
"I"m dragging the mountain down upon me!" he grated. "I don"t care! I am glad! Let it come! Let it fall!"
He stood with one shoulder against the roof, reaching up into the hole he had made, still cutting away with this once keen knife, which was now dulled and blunted.
Suddenly something snapped--something fell on the heap of stones and earth at his feet.
It was the blade of the knife, which had been broken in the middle!
As he stood staring at the broken blade he found the light again growing dimmer, and then he saw that the second torch had burned to the point of expiring.
He lighted the last torch.
When that was burned out he could not escape the dreadful darkness that would close over him.
But the broken knife--the only tool with which he could work was useless!
He dropped in a sitting posture on the ground and covered his distorted, terror-drawn face with his hands. For some time he sat thus, without moving, without making a sound.
The silence was broken by a pattering sound like hail. He lowered his hands and saw that earth was still falling from the hole he had made. It came in little starts and spurts.
The captive of the cave sprang up once more. He thrust both arms up into that hole and tore with his fingers. This he continued until the nails were worn away to the quick and his hands were cut and sticky with blood and dirt.
Finally he stopped from sheer exhaustion. Even his frantic energy was beginning to fail.
Then he heard something like a soft movement above him. He rolled his eyes upward and beheld the roof of the cave directly above him moving the least bit. At first he thought this movement was not actually taking place, but that he imagined it.
Only an instant; then he saw that a part of the roof was settling and seemed about to fall.