Casey jumped down and rushed forward along the tunnel, engulfed in flames, between the blazing track and the white-hot wall of the mine. It was the running of a hunted animal. Faith in salvation was leaving him. Tongues of flame licked my sore feet. The merciless fire was worse than rats. You can't kill him! The smoke ate away at my eyes, clogged my lungs, and nausea rose in my throat. And then - oh, miracle!