“Yes.”
“Come on, then;” and, setting his teeth and holding the lanthorn well above his eyes, Gwyn led the way further into the solemn darkness of the newly dried-out mine.
Chapter Twenty Seven.
Reversal of Position.
The afternoon had glided by, and evening was approaching fast, as the men gathered about the mouth of the mine sat and chatted over the place and its prospects. Work had been suspended for the greater part of the day, to allow the owners to make an inspection, and the men held quite a discussion meeting as to how matters would prove.
Some were of opinion that they would have perhaps a few weeks’ work, and then be dismissed; but among those who took the opposite view was Harry Vores, the miner who had behaved so well that day.
“I don’t think it will be so,” he said. “This is a gashly old mine; and depend upon it when it was worked they didn’t get half out of it. I begin to think that we shall soon find a lot; more men will be wanted; and I hope it will be so, for the pluck these two gentlemen have shown. We want a few more good mines to be going in the country, for things have been bad enough lately.”
Others took his side, and as the time went on and there was no signal from the bottom of the shaft, that was discussed as well.