“Yes, I’d have given a hundred pounds if the mine had turned out a failure.”
“Hand it over,” said the miner, abruptly.
“What do you mean?”
“You said you’d give a hundred pounds if that there mine turned out a complete failure, and I say hand it over.”
“Look here, Lannoe,” cried Tregenna, unable to contain his excitement, “can you—do you know—curse it, man, speak out!”
“What for? What’s the good?” said the man, hoarsely. “Hundred pounds—hundred pounds. Give me the hundred pounds and you’ll see.”
Tregenna looked at him strangely.
“I don’t pay for work until it’s done,” he said.
“And I don’t work unless I’m paid,” said the man, roughly.
“And suppose you break faith?”