"Ye've heard somethin', then, miss?" questioned the old man.
"Yes, Joe Simkins was here this morning and told us what took place last night. But we have heard nothing about the trial."
Sol sat down upon a bench near where Mr. Radhurst was lying, and placed his head in his hands.
"My God!" he groaned, "it was awful!"
"What's awful?" demanded Constance. "Tell us quick!"
"They've fired 'im!"
"What?"
"Fired the parson! Druve 'im from Klassan!"
"The brutes! The wretches!" and Constance stamped her small foot upon the floor, while her hands clinched and her eyes glowed. "Are they men or only beasts? Did no one stand up for him?"
"Only me an' Joe," replied the miner, looking with admiration upon the spirited woman before him. "We done what we could. But they're divils, miss, is them miners, when they're roused."