“Father looked very serious about these lift things,” said Gwyn, at last.
“Enough to make him; it’s nothing but pay, pay, pay. I want to see them get to work and make money. It will be skilly and bread for us if the mine fails.”
“’Tisn’t going to fail. Don’t be a coward. See what a grand thing this new apparatus will be.”
“Will it?” said Joe. “I don’t understand it a bit.”
“Why, it’s easy enough.”
“I can understand about a bucket or a cage, let up and down by a rope running over a wheel, but this seems to me to be stupid.”
“Nonsense! It’s you who are stupid. Can’t you see that a great beam is to go from the top to the bottom of the mine?”
“That’s nonsense. Where are they going to get one long enough?”
“Can’t they join a lot together till it is long enough, old Wisdom teeth? Of course, it will have to be made in bits, and put together.”
“Well, what then?” cried Joe.