"It must be yonder, about a mile and a half up the river," said the coroner.
The lead mine was in the southeast angle of the triangle of paths, under the southwest of Snaefell and the north of Beinn-y-Phott. For some minutes the company was at a stand while the coroner considered their movements.
Mona's impatience was manifest. "Let us push on," she said.
The coroner merely eyed her largely, and resumed his deliberations.
"Oh! how we waste our time," she said again. "If the lead mine is there, what have we to do but reach it?"
The coroner with an insolent smile inquired if the lady felt the cold.
"He is in danger for his life, and here we waste the precious minutes in idle talk," she answered.
"Danger for his life," the coroner echoed, and laughed coldly. Then in a tone of large meaning he added, "Possible, possible," and smiled at his own subtle thought.
Mona's anxiety mastered her indignation.
"Look, the mist is lifting. See, there is the shed—there in the gap between the hills, and it is the very place I saw. Come, make haste—look, it is daylight."