Dummy hailed his young master’s coming with quiet satisfaction, for Mark was almost the only being to whom he ever said much; and as soon as he saw him come to where he was at work, he walked with him to a chest, and took out a flint and steel and a good supply of home-made candles, without stopping to ask questions; and then lighting one, he handed it to Mark, and led off into the part of the mine where the men were not at work.
“Aren’t you going to take a candle, Dummy?” said Mark.
“No, master; I can manage.”
“I believe you can see in the dark, like a rat or an owl. Can you?”
“Not very well, Master Mark; but I can see a bit. Got used to it, I s’pose.”
“Well, why are you going down there?” asked Mark.
“’Cause I thought you’d like to see the place I found while you were at school.”
“Ah! Is it worth seeing?”
“Dunno. It’s big.”
“Been dug out?”