"Oh yes, sir, I can manage that," said the man confidently; but he had
been trudging along, sending his and the young man's shadows grotesquely
dancing upon the roof for quite an hour and a half before the end of the
main artery of the mine was reached, with the sloping shaft up to the
daylight--"to grass," Sturgess termed it--but here there was no response
to their hails for nearly an hour, the men having gone.
"The scoundrels!" Reed cried at last. "Well, it's risky work, but we
can't stop down here. We must either go back into the mine, try for the
other shaft, which may be climbable, or you or I must go up that rope."
"Who's to climb a rope like that, sir?" growled Sturgess; "and how do we
know that the end's properly fastened?--There they are!"
For a faint murmur of voices was heard from far above, and now an answer
came to their hail, and a minute later a voice shouted--
"All right below?"
"Yes," cried Reed. "Get in the loop, my man.--Ahoy there! haul up."
The rope tightened and Sturgess was raised from his feet and went up
slowly, leaving Reed below in the darkness.
But it was all light to the young engineer, whose tired face shone with
joy and excitement.
"The blind cavern lizards," he said, half aloud. "I knew it. God bless
the old dad, what a brain he has! He'll be delighted with my report;
and Janet, my darling, you shall have a home that will be the envy of
all we know, and make the old Doctor proud of us. My darling!" he said
softly, as, with his eyes half closed, he raised up her fair young face
before him. "Hah! poor old Jessop, too. He must have a bit of the
luck. I'll tell the old man bygones must be bygones. We'll have a
clean slate. Jess isn't a bad fellow after all. I might have gone down
the wrong road a bit if it hadn't been for Janet. Hang it all! the love
of a dear sweet girl does keep a weak fellow straight."
He glanced down at his hands and tweed suit, daubed with limestone mud,
and showing a couple of tears in the stout cloth.
"Delightful party for a drawing-room, and--hullo! here's the loop."
He secured the rope, which came dangling down, felt that his specimens
and tools were safe, and then slipped the loop over his head, sat in it
as nonchalantly as if it had been a swing, uttered a loud "All right,"
and the next minute he was being steadily hauled up towards the surface.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
MAKING FRIENDS.
"Hallo, my lads!" cried Reed, as he reached terra firma and gazed
around. "I didn't know there was a public-house handy."
"No, no, don't blame the poor lads," said a well-dressed, elderly man,
smiling. "They were alarmed at your long absence, sir, and came on to
me for help. We came round, and picked up these two brave fellows, and
were ready for a search, but, thank heaven, it was a false alarm."
"Oh, that was it?" cried Reed; "then I beg your pardon, my lads, and
thank you, sir, heartily. Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?"
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