“Yes, in a little cottage down the mountain side.”
“What do you think would be fair?” asked Frank. “I am not rich, but I wish to do what is right in this matter.” He knew that Darry could not afford to pay anything.
“How would a dollar for each of us strike you?” put in the younger man.
“Would you be satisfied with a dollar?” asked our hero.
“Yes, that would suit me,” answered the old man.
“Very well; I’ll pay you each a dollar,” and Frank handed the money over on the spot.
Both men were very grateful. Each had been a coal miner in his time, but old age had driven one and sickness the other to give up the labor.
It was growing dark when Frank and his boy friend reached town again.
“That was a real adventure, wasn’t it?” said Darry, when the hotel was gained. “I’m afraid if I tell my mother about it, she will never let me go into the mine again.”
“Do you want to visit the mine?” questioned Frank.