Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England Sappers and Miners, by George Manville Fenn. ________________________________________________________________________ This must be one of Manville Fenn's very best books. The suspense is totally gripping, right to the very end. Normally Fenn places his moments of terror at the very end of a chapter, so that this book with 52 chapters must have quite a few of them. When preparing this book for publication on the web, the editor was truly sorry when the work ended, so greatly had he enjoyed every moment of it. The action takes place in Cornwall, in and around an old tin-mine, possibly dating back to Roman and Phoenician days, for these people obtained much of the tin they needed to make bronze, from Cornwall, and many of the mines are still there, with many miles of workings, often going out far beneath the sea. You should enjoy reading or listening to this book very much--as much, I hope, as the editor of it has done. ________________________________________________________________________ SAPPERS AND MINERS, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN. CHAPTER ONE. BASS FOR BREAKFAST. "Have some more bass, Gwyn?" "Please, father." "You should not speak with your mouth full, my dear," said Mrs Pendarve, quietly. "No, mother; but I didn't like to keep father waiting." "And between the two stools you came to the ground, eh?" said Colonel Pendarve, smiling. "Never mind; hold your plate. Lucky for us, my dear, that we have only one boy. This fellow eats enough for three." "Well, but, father, we were down by the boat at daybreak, and the sea air makes one so hungry." "Say ravenous or wolfish, my boy. But go on. It certainly is a delicious fish, and Dolly has cooked it to a turn. They were rising fairly, then?" "Yes, father; we rowed right out to the race, off the point, and for ever so long we didn't see a fish and sat there with our rods ready." Gwyn talked away, but with his mouth rather full of fried bass and freshly-baked bread all the same. "And of course it was of no use to try till a shoal began to feed." "Not a bit, father,--and Joe said we might as well come back; but when the sun rose they were breaking all round us, and for half-an-hour we kept hooking them at nearly every throw. Come and see the rest of my catch; they're such beauties, as bright as salmon." "That's right, but don't let any of them be wasted. Keep what you want, mamma, dear, and give the others away. What did you use--a big fly?" "No, father, those tiny spoon-baits. They come at them with a rush. Then they left off biting all at once, and--some more coffee, please, mother--and we rowed back home, and met Captain Hardock on the pier." "Ah, did you?" "Yes, father; and we gave him two pairs of fine ones, and he said they looked as bright as newly-run tin." "Humph! Yes, that man thinks of nothing else but tin." "And he began about it again this morning, father," said Gwyn, eagerly.