Jake! Jake! The girl awakened to full understanding now. Jake—what Jake? She looked, then stumbled forward with a cry.
“Jake—it was my Jake!” she faltered.
The mine-boss caught her in his arms.
“You, Jenny! It’s you that’s saved me!”
Suddenly there was a rumble as of thunder, and a cloud of dust and stone rose from the Snowdrop Mine.
The mine-boss tightened his arm round the girl’s waist. “That’s what I missed, through him and you, Jenny,” he said.
“What was you doing here, and not at Selby, Jake?” she asked.
“They sent for me—to stop the trouble here.”
“But what about our wedding to-day?” she asked, with a frown.
“A man went from here with a letter to you three days ago,” he said, “asking you to come down here and be married. I suppose he got drunk, or had an accident, and didn’t reach you. It had to be. I was needed here—couldn’t tell what would happen.”