“Do?—why, didn’t you say we’d go and have a good look at the old mine?”
“Oh, ah; so I did. I forgot.”
“Come on, then. Old Hardock made my mouth water talking about it as he did this morning.”
“But we should want a rope, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes. Let’s get Jem Trevor to lend us one out of his boat.”
“All right. I’ll come round.”
“Why not jump down?”
Gwyn gave a sharp look up and down the lane, but no one was in sight, and he lightly threw his legs over, and dropped down beside his companion.
“Don’t want any of the boys to see that there’s a way over here,” he said, “or we shall be having thieves. I say, Joe, father’s been talking about the old mine at breakfast.”
“Then you told him what Captain Hardock said. I told my father, too.”