"I'll tend to everything in great shape. Have you heard whether Mr. Wright has got back?"
"He sent word that he would be home to-night."
"Then, perhaps, I'd better wait an' have another talk with him."
"No, no; I will see him myself. It is more important you care for those who are hiding in the woods."
Joe had no further time for conversation. The train by which he intended to return to Blacktown was already due and he hurried away after repeating confidently:
"I'll see'em to-night, ma'am, an' you can rest easy. They shall live on the fat of the land now we own a coal mine."
There was barely time for the miner to leap on board the cars, and as they were whirled away by the puffing engine, the constable who had arrested Sam accosted him.
"Where you bound, Joe?"
"To Blacktown," was the gruff reply. "What are you up to? Servin' warrants for that fool of a cashier?"
"Yes, I reckon that's about the size of it."