Mrs. Hampton thought of these words as she and her companions sat huddled there in the darkness at the farther end of the mine. It had been hard groping their way thither, for the ground was rough, and they had no light to guide their steps. But they were thankful for this refuge, and it was good to sit there and rest.
"Guess the fire can't reach us now," Eben remarked. "Wish to goodness I had a match, so's we could see what kind of a place this is. But I left my vest in the car, and the matches were in the pocket."
"What car?" Mrs. Hampton asked.
"Lord Fiddlesticks'."
"You mean Lord Donaster?"
"I guess that's his name, but dad calls him 'Fiddlesticks'."
"And you were with him? Where was he going?"
"Why, he was comin' here, of course. Where'd ye think he was goin'?"
"What was he coming here for?" Jess sharply asked.
"To see you, I guess."