Those
who survived owed their escape to the rocks which concealed them, and
they lost no time in crawling off into neighboring chasms, and, as
soon as they were beyond eye-shot from the mill, they fled with panic
speed.
Then the towering form of Dr. Syx appeared at the door. Emerging
without sign of fear or excitement, he picked his way among his fallen
enemies, and, approaching the military guard-house, undid the
fastening and set the imprisoned soldiers free.
"I think I am paying rather dear for my whistle," he said, with a
characteristic sneer, to Captain Carter, the commander of the
troop. "It seems that I must not only defend my own people and
property when attacked by mob force, but must also come to the rescue
of the soldiers whose pay-rolls are met from my pocket."
The captain made no reply, and Dr. Syx strode back to the works. When
the released soldiers saw what had occurred their amazement had no
bounds. It was necessary at once to dispose of the dead, and this was
no easy undertaking for their small force. However, they accomplished
it, and at the beginning of their work made a most surprising
discovery.
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