“Yes, two of those are for you, Sam; but do speak out? What is wrong?”
“Something as you won’t like, sir. Your dog Grip’s gone down the mine.”
“What for? Thinks we’re there? Well, that’s nothing; he’ll soon find his way up. Why did they let him go down?”
“Couldn’t help it, sir,” said the man, slowly.
“What—he would go? I did miss him, Joe, when I went home. I remember now, we didn’t see him after we went to the mine. He must have missed us, and then thought we had gone down.”
“Sets one thinking of being lost and his coming after us,” said Joe, slowly. “Well, he can’t lose his way.”
“But how do you know he went down, Sam?” asked Gwyn, as they approached the mine.
“Harry Vores heerd him.”
“What, barking?”
“’Owlin’.”