“That’s what I wanted you to tell me, Master Mark, and that’s it then.”
“What’s what then?”
“Why, that water in the mine where we went along, and was under us when we went to sleep—that goes along under ground, right under the moorland, and it comes out again in Ergles Dale.”
“Do you think it goes in that direction?”
Dummy nodded.
“Well, but suppose it does, what then?”
“I’m sure it does now, Master Mark, and what the thinks have made me see’s this: if you and me had kept going on instead of sitting down, and eating and drinking till we went fas’ asleep, we should have found ourselves in Ergles Hole, and if it hadn’t been for the Purlrose gang, we might have worked back ’bove ground.”
“Why, Dummy! I don’t know—yes, if it’s that way—goes for miles. I say, perhaps you’re right.”
“Yes, I’m right,” said the boy quietly; “but you don’t jump about a bit: you aren’t glad.”
“Glad? Jump about? Why should I? Oh!”