“Then come down. I’ve often had a bad headache when I’ve gone down into the mine, and it’s been so quiet and still there that it has soon got better. Do come, Master Mark; it’ll be better than sitting thinking about being beaten last night.”
“Very well, Dummy,” said Mark at last: “I don’t feel as if I could go to bed and sleep, and I don’t want to be thinking.”
“And you’ll have too much to do down there to think.”
“Yes, I suppose so; and if I stay up, I shall be meeting my father and catching it. Oh, I only wish we had won the day.”
“Couldn’t; ’cause it was night,” said the boy thoughtfully.
“Well, be ready with the candles, and I’ll come in half-an-hour, as soon as I’ve seen how the men are.”
“Oh, they’re all right, and gone to sleep. They don’t mind. But you ought to have let us beat the Darleys, as we didn’t beat the robbers.”
“You go and get the candles,” said Mark sourly.
“Like to have torches too, master?” said the lad, with a cunning grin.
“You speak to me again like that, you ugly beggar, and I won’t go,” cried Mark wrathfully. “Think I want all that horrible set-out with the torches brought up again?”