Under the influence of my scream, the unknown miner stopped and looked back. He stood still for a moment, then turned around and took me in his arms so easily as if he was picking up a doll.
“In six minutes and fifteen seconds the second detonation will occur. I will take you to the mine’s office,” he spoke in a steady, calm voice.
“Is it far?”
“No.”
He left the area of the collapse onto a relatively even road and walked forward, carrying me hugged to his chest. He must have been very strong, because I had the impression that he wasn’t exerting himself at all with this task. I looked him straight in the face, but there were no signs of sweat. His face was very calm, smooth, beardless, regular and probably would interest me under different circumstances. But right now I was too shocked
