“Smoking,” said the man, coolly.
“Well, I can see that,” cried Gwyn. “How is it you are not at work?”
“’Cause a man can’t go on for ever without stopping. Man aren’t a clock, as only wants winding up once a week; must have rest sometimes.”
“Well, you have the night for rest,” said Gwyn, sharply.
“Sometimes,” said Dinass; “but I was working the pump all last night.”
“Oh, then you’re off work to-day?”
“That’s so, young gentleman, and getting warm again in the sun. It was precious cold down there in the night, and I got wet right through to my backbone. I’m only just beginning to get a bit dried now.”
“Look here, Ydoll,” said Joe, sharply; “he’ll have been talking to Sam Hardock about it, I know. Here, Tom Dinass, what about that hobby up-and-down thing Sam Hardock wants to have in the mine?”
“’Stead of ladders? Well, what about it?”
“It’s all nonsense, isn’t it?”