Publisher's Synopsis
I WAS UNCONSCIOUS LITTLE MORE THAN AN INSTANT, for as I lunged forwardfrom the crossbeam to which I had been clinging, and fell with a crash to the floor of the cabin, theshock brought me to myself.My first concern was with Perry. I was horrified at the thought that upon the very threshold ofsalvation he might be dead. Tearing open his shirt I placed my ear to his breast. I could have criedwith relief-his heart was beating quite regularly.At the water tank I wetted my handkerchief, slapping it smartly across his forehead and faceseveral times. In a moment I was rewarded by the raising of his lids. For a time he lay wide-eyed andquite uncomprehending. Then his scattered wits slowly foregathered, and he sat up sniffing the airwith an expression of wonderment upon his face."Why, David," he cried at last, "it's air, as sure as I live. Why-why what does it mean? Where inthe world are we? What has happened?""It means that we're back at the surface all right, Perry," I cried; "but where, I don't know. Ihaven't opened her up yet. Been too busy reviving you. Lord, man, but you had a close squeak!""You say we're back at the surface, David? How can that be? How long have I beenunconscious?""Not long. We turned in the ice stratum. Don't you recall the sudden whirling of our seats?After that the drill was above you instead of below. We didn't notice it at the time; but I recall itnow.""You mean to say that we turned back in the ice stratum, David? That is not possible. Theprospector cannot turn unless its nose is deflected from the outside-by some external force orresistance-the steering wheel within would have moved in response. The steering wheel has notbudged, David, since we started. You know that."
