'"No," says he, "I nivvor seen him, an' I wasn't far behind the galloway nowther, for as soon as the tub got awa' frae the lines he couldn't travel vary fast, for it was loaded. Aal I could hear was the bumpity-bump o' the tub, then smash inti the wall--smash--smash--an' a crash as the tub swung ower an' dragged the galloway wiv it. I can mind nae mair nor that, mistor," says he, at the end ov his tale, "for I fell slap ower Jack Jefferson's body i' the darkness, an' pitchin' full upon my head was knocked senseless, till they come along an' picked us up. An' that's the whole story, Mister Carnaby," says he, "an' I've done wi' the spirits, an' parsonatin', an' aal noo, for they're treacherous things, there's nae doot aboot it," says he. 'Weel, that was aal I could get oot ov him, sae I gives him some sweeties an' lets him gan, biddin' him not let on that I'd axed him any questions, ye ken, an' efter that I lay i' bed thinkin' it aal ower an' makin' up a plan o' campaign for when "the Heckler" should be up an' aboot again. 'Efter aboot another three days I was allowed oot by the doctor wiv a sort o' lampshade ower my eyelids, an' the next day bein' "pay Saturday," an' the pit idle, I detarmines within my ain mind ti gan doon maa lane an' hev a look round by myself; for it's no use trustin' anyone else when ye've got a job o' that calibry iv hand, ye ken. 'I kenned where the trajiddy had taken place, o' course, sae I detarmines ti gan ti the spot an' make a sarious of obsarvations. "First place," I says ti myself, "there winnot be much change i' the surroundin's, for it's a new drift in by there that they are drivin', wi' 'Tom the Scholar' an' his marrow, an' not many workin'; an', secondly, it's damp there wi' the salt water oozin' in through the rock, sae that footmarks will have a good chance ti stand a bit." 'Noo, "Scholar Tom" had a tarr'ble large footprint, ye ken, an' it was that I was i' search o', for I had my suspicions o' what might have happened, an' I was convinced that that d----d, mistetched beggor was at the bottom o' poor Jack Jefferson's sudden endin'--ay, an' whenivvor I thought o' that fine, brave chap an' his bright face an' his happiness, I says ti myself, "There'll be no rest nor pleasure nor nowt for 'the Heckler' till the mystery's discovered; an' it's yor job ti discover it," I says ti myself. 'He was bound ti have been there, for, o' course, it was him as shooted out that nonsense at Harry that had gliffed him, an' dootless it was him that had flashed his davy i' the galloway's eyes. 'Jack, d'ye see, would have been lousin' off frae his wark an' walkin' doon the drift at that time when the galloway started off; but what beat me was that Jack couldn't hev got oot o' the way i' time, bein' fine an' active, grand at hearin' and seein', an' ne fool forbye that.