"Is that you, Sam?" came faintly from the elder Rover as he opened his eyes.
"Yes. Where is Tom?"
"Here, I guess, beside me." Dick shook his brother. "Tom! Tom! Wake up!" he cried. But Tom continued to lay quiet with his eyes tightly closed.
Sam was feeling in his pocket for a matchbox, and presently he brought the article forth and made a light. He was still so dizzy he could scarcely see about him. Stanley had fallen back again, gasping for breath.
By the dim light afforded by the match the two brothers looked at Tom. He was gasping in a strange, unnatural fashion.
"I believe he is choking to death!" said Dick hoarsely. "Air! He must have air!" He arose unsteadily to his feet. "Bring him here!"
And he made for a closed cellar window with all the strength he could command.
