"Forgive him? Oh, yes! poor chap. Why not? He can't help it." "He seems an honest fellow," said Geoffrey, musingly. "Honest? Oh, yes! he's honest as the day's long, sir. I'd trust him with all our sales' money without counting it. His failing is that he's gone off religious crazy; and what's as bad, he's in love with a handsome girl who don't care for him. Bess Prawle, down at the Cove, is as straight as an arrow, and poor Amos is quite a cripple, and not the sort of fellow to take the fancy of a dashing girl like she." "Poor fellow," said Geoffrey, softly, as he followed his guide, who kept on conversing. "Then, too, sir, poor old Amos got that craze on about Wheal Carnac, and wanting people to believe in it, so that altogether it's no wonder he turns queer. People say that Bess Prawle, who's a bit of a witch, has ill-wished him, but I don't know. One thing I do know, though--poor old Amos is about as good a workman as ever handled a pick." "Then," said Geoffrey, thoughtfully, "you think Wheal Carnac is worthless?" "Worthless? Worthless? Ha-ha-ha!" roared the manager. "If you had lived down here you'd have laughed as I do to see what money's been wasted there. No end of people have been took in with that mine. Just you go and have a look at it yourself, sir. You seem to know a bit about mining. Of course you can't do much, but you can turn over a few of the stones and see what was dug out last. Now, sir, what do you say--would you like to see any more of the place?" "No," replied Geoffrey, who had been in several parts of the mine, and spoken to different men at work, "no, I have seen all I wish to see for one day," and, following his guide to the foot of the shaft, the terrible array of ladders was attacked; and at last, with wearied and strained muscles, Geoffrey reached the mouth in safety, feeling as if he had never seen the sky look so pure and blue, or felt the breath of heaven so sweet. He was drenched with perspiration, and only too glad to accept the manager's hospitality, and have a wash and rest. But he was well satisfied with his visit, in which he had learned no little, but above all, he could not help dwelling upon the words of the miner, and feeling deeply impressed about the deserted mine--so deeply indeed that what had been merely a visit of curiosity proved to be the turning-point in his future career. An hour afterwards he was striding back towards Carnac, while Amos Pengelly was still upon his knees in the darkest part of Horton Friendship, the great tears streaming from his eyes as he prayed, in all the sincerity of his great soul, for forgiveness of his burst of anger, and for strength to control the temper that mastered him from time to time, lest the day should come when he should go forth into the world with the curse of Cain upon his brow--for that was the black shadow that haunted the poor fellow's life. CHAPTER FIFTEEN. MR PENWYNN MAKES A FRIEND.