Mark’s task proved easy. He went straight to the mine, descended, and found Dummy.
“Coming to go right through the cave beyond the big waterfall, Master Mark?” cried the lad eagerly.
“No,” replied Mark shortly. “Where’s your father?”
“Right away down the mine, in the new lead, Master Mark,” said the lad in a disappointed tone. “Aren’t you never coming to have a hunt?”
“Oh yes, some day.”
“That’s what you always say. There’s lots to see and find out. You know where that water is.”
“Yes: but never mind now.”
“But, Master Mark, I’m sure that it comes from the river, where there’s that sink-hole in the narrow, where you see the water turn round and round.”
“Very likely; but here, I must see your father. Take a light, and go before me. Here, Dummy, are there plenty of torches?”
“Yes, Master Mark; but what do you want with torches?”