Chapter 16
The Revolt
ONE OF THE WORST nightmares of my life is the recollection of that flight of ours along the way we had come, whilst the rock through which we moved creaked and moaned and shook, the thunders behind us roared louder and louder, and whiffs of the sulphuric atmosphere from which we fled pursued and stifled us. As we ran new thunders were made by the crash of falling rocks and we were thrown to the ground sometimes by the shaking of the solid rock on which we sped.
At last we were in the sunshine with our companions around us, almost as scared at our appearance as we were ourselves at our experiences. But it was good to be here again, out of the clutch of the rocks that threatened every moment to crush us.
"Did you feel the earthquake?" demanded Charters.
"There was
