No--'e didna. As Ah was comin' out o' th' stall, Ah shouted, "Art comin', Charlie? We're a' off." An' 'e said, "Ah'm comin' in a minute." 'E wor just finishin' a stint, like, an' 'e wanted ter get it set. An' 'e'd been a bit roughish in 'is temper, like, so I thöwt 'e didna want ter walk to th' bottom wi' us.... GRANDMOTHER (_wailing_) An' what's 'e gone an' done to himself? RIGLEY Nay, missis, yo munna ax me that. 'E's non done owt as Ah know on. On'y I wor thinkin', 'appen summat 'ad 'appened to 'im, like, seein' as nob'dy had any knowings of 'im comin' up. MRS. HOLROYD What is the matter, Mr. Rigley? Tell us it out. RIGLEY I canna do that, missis. It seems as if 'e niver come up th' pit--as far as we can make out. 'Appen a bit o' stuff's fell an' pinned 'im. GRANDMOTHER (_wailing_) An' 'ave you left 'im lying down there in the pit, poor thing? RIGLEY (_uneasily_) I couldna say for certain where 'e is. MRS. HOLROYD (_agitated_) Oh, it's very likely not very bad, mother! Don't let us run to meet trouble. RIGLEY We 'ave to 'ope for th' best, missis, all on us. GRANDMOTHER (_wailing_) Eh, they'll bring 'im 'ome, I know they will, smashed up an' broke! An' one of my sons they've burned down pit till the flesh dropped off 'im, an' one was shot till 'is shoulder was all of a mosh, an' they brought 'em 'ome to me. An' now there's this.... MRS. HOLROYD (_shuddering_) Oh, don't, mother. (_Appealingly to Rigley_) You don't know that he's hurt? RIGLEY (_shaking his head_) I canna tell you. MRS. HOLROYD (_in a high hysterical voice_) Then what is it? RIGLEY (_very uneasy_) I canna tell you. But yon young electrician--Mr. Blackmore--'e rung down to the night deputy, an' it seems as though there's been a fall or summat.... GRANDMOTHER Eh, Lizzie, you parted from him in anger. You little knowed how you'd meet him again. RIGLEY (_making an effort_) Well, I'd 'appen best be goin' to see what's betide. (_He goes out_) GRANDMOTHER I'm sure I've had my share of bad luck, I have. I'm sure I've brought up five lads in the pit, through accidents and troubles, and now there's this. The Lord has treated me very hard, very hard. It's a blessing, Lizzie, as you've got a bit of money, else what would 'ave become of the children? MRS. HOLROYD Well, if he's badly hurt, there'll be the Union-pay, and sick-pay--we shall manage. And perhaps it's not very much. GRANDMOTHER There's no knowin' but what they'll be carryin' him to die i' th' hospital. MRS. HOLROYD Oh, don't say so, mother--it won't be so bad, you'll see. GRANDMOTHER How much money have you, Lizzie, comin'? MRS. HOLROYD I don't know--not much over a hundred pounds. GRANDMOTHER (_shaking her head_) An' what's that, what's that? MRS. HOLROYD (_sharply_) Hush! GRANDMOTHER (_crying_) Why, what?