Dummy topped the long wicks with his natural snuffers, to wit, his finger and thumb, and led the way back, after Mark had taken a final glance at the vast chasm.
“So you found this place out, Dummy?”
“Yes, Master Mark. I’m always looking for new holes when I’ve nothing to do and the men aren’t at work.”
“It’s of no use: there’s no lead.”
“No: aren’t any ore. All spar and stones like this.”
“Well, we must bring hammers and find some good pieces next time we come.”
“And go on along by the water, Master Mark?”
“If you like. Want to find how far it goes?”
“Yes: I want to find how far it goes, master. Perhaps it opens somewhere. I often think we must come out somewhere on the other side.”
“That would be queer,” said Mark thoughtfully; “but I don’t think my father would be pleased. Seem like making a way for the Darleys to come in and attack us.”