CHAPTER XXVIII
THE LOST LANDSLIDE MINE
"They cut the ropes! See, here is where it was done, on this jagged rock!"
As Dave spoke he pointed to a sharp edge of stone. Beneath it were bits of rope, showing how the fetters had been sawed in twain.
"One of 'em must have got loose and then freed the other," remarked Roger.
"But who was on guard?" demanded Tom Dillon, sharply. He looked at the boys and then at Abe Blower.
"I was, but I—I guess I fell asleep," faltered Phil, sheepishly, and grew red in the face.
"Fell asleep!" cried Abe Blower. "I guess you did!" And his tone of voice showed his disgust.
"I—I am awfully sorry," continued the shipowner's son. "I—I really don't know how it happened. It wasn't the thing to do."
"Never mind, it's done and that's the end of it," put in Roger, quickly, for he could see how badly his chum felt over the occurrence. "I guess you were pretty tired."
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