“Exactly so, sir, for you see it must be getting on for four hours since they started.”
“Nay, not so much as that,” cried Dinass.
“I didn’t say it was, mate—I only said it was getting on for four hours. There mayn’t be nothing wrong, but there may be; and there wouldn’t be no harm in doing something now. What do you say to getting some of the lads to go? They was talking about it when I went outside, as I told mate Dinass here—didn’t I, my son?”
“Ay, you did— What do you say, Mr Gwyn?”
“It is time to act,” cried Joe, excitedly.
“Yes,” said Gwyn, as he drew a deep breath, “we must do something. Get lanthorns and candles.”
“Shall I call to some of the men, sir,” said Dinass, “and hear what they say?”
The answer came from the doorway, where three or four heads appeared, and one of the owners said:
“I say, mates, aren’t it time we heerd something about them as is gone down?”
“Yes,” said Gwyn, firmly; “we’re going down to see. Will you come with me, Joe?”