track. Hours passed, when suddenly the glimmer above him brightened, and he heard light footsteps and the cackling of hens. He called for help. Instantly there was silence. It continued a long time. Then he heard a voice like soft music, and the voice said, "Who's there?"
A shadow came between him and the light, and a fair face that was darkened looked down upon him.
"For God's sake take care," he said. "Those boards are rotten."
"You're a Yankee, aren't you?" said the voice, sweetly.
"Yes," said Aladdin, "and I'm badly hurt."
The voice laughed.
"Hurt, are you?" it said.
"I think I've broken my leg," said Aladdin. "Can you get some one to help me out of this?"
"Reckon you're all right down there," said the voice.
Aladdin revolved the brutality of it in his mind.
