“That’s right, sir. What do you say to d’rectly after breakfast—say nine o’clock, if it’s not too soon for you, Friday—day after to-morrow?”
“We’ll be there, Sam. All right down below?”
“Never more regular, sir. She’s dry as a bone, and the stuff they’re getting’s richer than ever. Only to think of it! What a job I had to get the Colonel to start! I say, Mr Gwyn, sir, when he’s made his fortune, and you’ve made yours, I shall expect a pension like the guv’nor’s giving Tom Dinass.”
“All right, Sam. I’ll see that you have it.”
“Thankye, sir,” said the mining captain, in all seriousness, and he left the office.
No sooner was he gone than Gwyn turned to his companion.
“I say, Joe,” he said; “you’d better not come.”
“Why not?”
“You’ve grown too much lately; you’ll be taking all the skin off the top of your head, and grow bald before your time.”
“Get out!” said Joe, good-humouredly; “didn’t you hear him say that the roof was too high to see with a candle?”