CHAPTER XVI

THROUGH THE DARKNESS “I think that’s the last load,” Jim Linton said. He had wriggled backwards out of a black hole in the side of a black cupboard; and now sat back on his heels, gasping. His only article of attire was a pair of short trousers. From his hair to his heels he was caked with dirt. “Well, praise the pigs for that,” said a voice from the blackness of the cupboard. Some one switched on a tiny electric light. Then it could be seen, dimly, that the cupboard was just large enough to hold four men, crouchin…