"Macgregor, you'll come?"
"Aye, Sir George."
"You, Mr. Burrows?"
"Of course," said Burrows, carelessly, throwing back his handsome head.
Some of the rescued men turned and looked hard at their agent and leader with their sunken eyes. Others took no notice. His prestige had been lost in defeat; and George had noticed that they avoided speech with him. No doubt this rescue party had presented itself to the agent as an opening he dare not neglect.
"Come on, then," said George; and the three men turned back towards the interior of the pit.
Old Moses, from whose clutch George had just freed himself, stopped short and looked after them. Then he raised a hoarse voice:
"Be you going to the West Heading, Sir George?"
"Yes," George flung back over his shoulder, already far away.
"The Lord go with yer, Sir George!"