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