The course taken by the coroner and his seven men, with Mona on the horse, came to a triangle of mountain-paths above a farm known as the Sherragh Vane. One path wound close under the west foot of Snaefell, another followed the bed of the river that ran through a glen called Crammag, and the third joined these two by crossing the breast of Beinn-y-Phott. At the acute angle of the Sherragh Vane the coroner drew up. "Can any one see the lead shaft?" he asked. None could see it. The darkness had lifted away, and the crown of Snaefell was bare against the sky, like an islet of green floating over a cloud of vapor. But the mists still lay thick on the moorlands, and even the high glens were obscure. "It must be yonder, about a mile and a half up the river," said the coroner. The lead mine was in the southeast angle of the triangle of paths, under the southwest of Snaefell and the north of Beinn-y-Phott. For some minutes the company was at a stand while the coroner considered their movements. Mona's impatience was manifest. "Let us push on," she said. The coroner merely eyed her largely, and resumed his deliberations. "Oh! how we waste our time," she said again. "If the lead mine is there, what have we to do but reach it?" The coroner with an insolent smile inquired if the lady felt the cold. "He is in danger for his life, and here we waste the precious minutes in idle talk," she answered. "Danger for his life," the coroner echoed, and laughed coldly. Then in a tone of large meaning he added, "Possible, possible," and smiled at his own subtle thought. Mona's anxiety mastered her indignation. "Look, the mist is lifting. See, there is the shed--there in the gap between the hills, and it is the very place I saw. Come, make haste--look, it is daylight." "Be aisy, be aisy. If they're in yonder shed, they are packed as safe as herrings in a barrel," said the coroner. Then he divided his forces. Three men he sent down the path of the Glent Crammag. Two he left where they then stood to guard that outlet to the Curraghs of the north and west. Two others were to creep along the path under Snaefell, and shut out the course to the sea and the lowlands on the south and east. He himself would walk straight up to the shed, and his seven men as they saw him approach it were to close quickly in from the three corners of the triangle. "Is it smoke that's rising above the shed? A fire? Possible. He thinks he's safe, I'll go bail. Och! yes, and maybe eating and drinking and making aisy. Now, men, away with you."