RESTORED TO LIFE

It was left to others to give me fuller details of the impression caused by the unexpected arrival of the three “strands” in the life ladder. The first was air – life-giving air – which was forced into the stifling compartment from above. More than one of the company had lost consciousness, but the effect of the tiny air current was instantaneous. The senseless men stirred as if in troubled sleep, and opened their eyes, breathing hard, whilst those of the company who had stood up to the ordeal with all their senses about them felt instantly the glorious effect of the air draught.

The second strand was water – fresh, cold water – also forced down by the splendid salvage party. The quantity was very small – only a sip to each – but, oh! the refreshment of it! “We were parched in lip and mouth and throat,” said one of the prisoners, “and never was a drop of water more welcome.” The third strand was food, pellets of compressed food.

The salvage party had accomplished almost the impossible. And this was not their greatest achievement. It was the forcing of a way of escape for the men after they had been evidently hopelessly entombed that was the marvel. This miracle of accomplishment was made possible only by an act of daring which cost one hero his life, and almost led to the sacrifice of another. Knowing as they did that the chance of reaching the surface from such a depth offered only the slenderest chance of success, they determined to lead the forlorn hope. Could anything save British heroism rise to such heights as that?