e.

"Hurt, Mark?" cried Sir Edward from the far end, where he stood sword in
hand, supporting himself by the wall, and with his foot resting upon the
burly body of Captain Purlrose.

"Not much, father," panted the lad. "Bit of a cut."

"How many escaped? I saw three make for the door."

"None, master," growled Nick Garth, who was upon the floor at the right.
"There they lay: those brave lads brought 'em down."

"Shout for the lanterns, Mark, boy," cried Sir Edward; and Mark reeled
as he stepped over the bodies lying in the way.

His call was responded to directly by Dan Rugg and his son, both
standing aghast for a few moments before energetically setting to work
to help their friends, who, saving the two who had guarded the entrance,
were wounded to a man, while of Captain Purlrose's party, four and their
leader were dead, the others lying disabled to wait their turn of help
from their captors, who, now that the rage of battle was at an end, were
ready to show mercy to their wounded foes.

Sir Edward was so badly hurt that after a brave struggle he had to give
up, and leave the ordering of the work now necessary to his son, who
began by having his father borne to the chamber where Minnie crouched,
trembling with horror, by her half-insensible father's side; but upon
being reassured by the information that her captivity was at an end, she
revived, and devoted herself to helping the wounded with all a true
woman's zeal.

Mark's next task was to go with Dan Rugg and Dummy to the entrance,
wondering the while at the extent of the place and the hoard of all
necessaries which the fellows had collected in the cavern.

Upon reaching the wall beyond which the guard were stationed, still in
perfect ignorance of what had taken place within, a few shouts set the
men to work, the defence was rapidly demolished, and the wounded were
borne out into the light--a ghastly procession, though not a man
murmured; and as soon as they were laid upon the heather, began to chat
eagerly together about the success of the underground expedition.

As for the wounded prisoners, they were kept under guard in the
chamber--where the wall had just been destroyed.

The two great enemies were borne out last; and as Mark followed with the
trembling girl upon his arm, he looking proud and satisfied, in spite of
a stained bandage upon his forehead, and she with her face unnaturally
white and her eyes closed, unable to bear the light after so lo