CHAPTER XXII
IMPRISONED IN A MINE
A FEW days later, while pushing my car along the rails, I heard a terrible roaring. The noise came from all sides. My first feeling was one of terror and I thought only of saving myself, but I had so often been laughed at for my fears that shame made me stay. I wondered if it could be an explosion. Suddenly, hundreds of rats raced past me, fleeing like a regiment of cavalry. Then I heard a strange sound against the earth and the walls of the gallery, and the noise of running water. I raced back to Uncle Gaspard.
"Water's coming into the mine!" I cried.
"Don't be silly."
"Oh, listen!"
There was something in my manner that forced Uncle Gaspard to stop his work and listen. The noise was now louder and more sinister.
"Race for your life. The mine's flooded!" he shouted.
"Professor! Professor!" I screamed.
We rushed down the gallery. The old man joined us. The water was rising rapidly.
"You go first," said the old man when we reached the ladder.
