"Yes, I suppose so," said Mark thoughtfully. "Yes, you must go again, and take 'em all prisoners. But I suppose you won't go to-night?" "Go to-night? No!" "Well, there's nothing going on in the mine to-day. Father's too sore to head the men, and he's going to lie down and rest till his arm's better. What do you say to having a good long day below there, and finding which way the river runs--the one we heard?" "Bah! Stuff! Rubbish! After being up fighting all the night! You must be mad." "No, I aren't," said Dummy. "I only want you to come. It'll do you good. You don't know how much better you'll feel after a good walk and climb down there." "What's the good, Dummy?" "We want to find out where the water goes to that is always falling. I'm sure some of it comes out of our river, where the hole's in the stream." "And what good will it do to know where the water goes?" "I don't know, but I want to. Can't go to work after such a night as we had. There's nobody down the mine to-day." Mark put his hand to the place where he had received the blow. "Headache, Master Mark?" "Yes. All jarred-like." "Then come down. I've often had a bad headache when I've gone down into the mine, and it's been so quiet and still there that it has soon got better. Do come, Master Mark; it'll be better than sitting thinking about being beaten last night." "Very well, Dummy," said Mark at last: "I don't feel as if I could go to bed and sleep, and I don't want to be thinking." "And you'll have too much to do down there to think." "Yes, I suppose so; and if I stay up, I shall be meeting my father and catching it. Oh, I only wish we had won the day." "Couldn't; 'cause it was night," said the boy thoughtfully. "Well, be ready with the candles, and I'll come in half-an-hour, as soon as I've seen how the men are." "Oh, they're all right, and gone to sleep. They don't mind. But you ought to have let us beat the Darleys, as we didn't beat the robbers." "You go and get the candles," said Mark sourly. "Like to have torches too, master?" said the lad, with a cunning grin. "You speak to me again like that, you ugly beggar, and I won't go," cried Mark wrathfully. "Think I want all that horrible set-out with the torches brought up again?" "I'm off to get the candles ready, Master Mark," said Dummy humbly; and he hurried down the steep steps to get to the mouth of the mine. "Wish I'd kicked him," muttered Mark, as soon as he was alone. "I do feel so raw and cross. I could fight that Ralph Darley and half-kill him now. Here, let's go and see how miserable all the men are; it'll do me good."