"But he's my master," he had said; "and I'll serve him true, for who knows but what I may some day make him sorrow for his sin, and see the light." Geoffrey turned upon him angrily, but Pengelly's face disarmed him; and as the miner obeyed his orders and the clank of the great pump ceased, he threw himself upon the stone bench, and, staring in at the flaming furnace-fire, asked himself how he was to face the coming day. CHAPTER FORTY ONE. HOW LANNOE EARNED HIS HUNDRED POUNDS. Miner Lannoe had well made his plans, and, after abiding his time, he had arranged with a confederate to be at the shaft mouth ready to lower down the cage, when he should give the signal, and draw him up. On second thoughts he told his confederate to lower down the cage first, and then to be ready to touch the handles of the engine in due form, and draw him up. They had both worked at mines long enough to be quite conversant with the lowering and raising of a cage, and a promise of half a sovereign and unlimited beer was quite enough to enlist a man he knew in his service--a convenient kind of man, who was stupid enough to do what he was told without asking questions. But this would necessitate the agreement of the two men who would be on duty keeping the engine pumping all night, for the mine was still very wet. But Lannoe knew how to manage them. A bottle of smuggled brandy, which he knew how to get, was quite sufficient for the purpose, especially when drugged with tobacco, and thoroughly fulfilled his wishes, doing more too than he anticipated for his employer's service. He was obliged to trust to his confederate, for he had made up his mind to stay down, but his orders were simple in the extreme. The man had only to stroll into the engine-house, when he had seen every one off the premises, with the bottle of brandy under his arm, propose a drink, and not drink himself. "If he don't keep all square it will be awkward," thought Lannoe, as he hung back when the other men left the pit; and, pulling out some bread and cheese, sat down in the dark and made a hearty meal. "That'll give a fellow strength," he muttered, when he had done. "Now let's see what's what? Ugh! it's a gashly job; but a hundred pound's a big lump, and it may be a hundred and fifty." He took out a box of matches, lit a lantern, and walked cautiously towards the foot of the shaft, to find that the cage had been lowered down since the men went up--Pengelly with the last batch; and from that he argued that his confederate was on the watch. To make sure he uttered a low whistle, which went up, seeming to increase as it rose, and an answer came back. "That's right," he muttered. "I should stand awkward if he wasn't there." He felt a strange sense of hesitation come over him, and a tremor of dread that made him flinch from his task, till he thought of Pengelly, and the money that was to be his reward.