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The
prisoners
redoubled
their
efforts
.
Their
fingers
bled
,
but
still
they
worked
on
;
after
half
an
hour
they
had
gone
three
feet
deep
;
they
perceived
by
the
increased
sharpness
of
the
sounds
that
only
a
thin
layer
of
earth
prevented
immediate
communication
.
Some
minutes
more
passed
,
and
the
Major
withdrew
his
hand
from
the
stroke
of
a
sharp
blade
.
He
suppressed
a
cry
.
John
Mangles
,
inserting
the
blade
of
his
poniard
,
avoided
the
knife
which
now
protruded
above
the
soil
,
but
seized
the
hand
that
wielded
it
.
It
was
the
hand
of
a
woman
or
child
,
a
European
!
On
V.
IV
Verne
neither
side
had
a
word
been
uttered
.
It
was
evidently
the
cue
of
both
sides
to
be
silent
.
"
Is
it
Robert
?
"
whispered
Glenarvan
.
But
softly
as
the
name
was
breathed
,
Mary
Grant
,
already
awakened
by
the
sounds
in
the
hut
,
slipped
over
toward
Glenarvan
,
and
seizing
the
hand
,
all
stained
with
earth
,
she
covered
it
with
kisses
.
"
My
darling
Robert
,
"
said
she
,
never
doubting
,
"
it
is
you
!
it
is
you
!
"
"
Yes
,
little
sister
,
"
said
he
,
"
it
is
I
am
here
to
save
you
all
;
but
be
very
silent
.
"
"
Brave
lad
!
"
repeated
Glenarvan
.
