In the mine, now empty of coal, escapes of light carburetted hydrogen
could not occur. As no
explosion need be feared, there was no
necessity for interposing between the flame and the
surrounding air
that
metallicscreen which prevents the gas from catching fire.
The Davy lamp was of no use here. But if the danger did not exist,
it was because the cause of it had disappeared, and with this cause,
the combustible in which
formerly consisted the
riches of the Dochart pit.
Harry
descended the first steps of the upper ladder.
Starr followed. They soon found themselves in a
profound obscurity,
which was only relieved by the
glimmer of the lamp.
The young man held it above his head, the better to light
his
companion. A dozen ladders were
descended by the engineer
and his guide, with the measured step
habitual to the miner.
They were all still in good condition.
James Starr examined, as well as the
insufficient light would permit,
the sides of the dark shaft, which were covered by a
partly rotten
lining of wood.
Arrived at the fifteenth
landing, that is to say, half way down,
they halted for a few minutes.
"Decidedly, I have not your legs, my lad," said the engineer, panting.
"You are very stout, Mr. Starr," replied Harry, "and it's something too,
you see, to live all one's life in the mine."
"Right, Harry. Formerly, when I was twenty, I could have gone
down all at a
breath. Come, forward!"
But just as the two were about to leave the
platform, a voice,
as yet far distant, was heard in the depths of the shaft.
It came up like a sonorous
billow, swelling as it advanced,
and becoming more and more distinct.
"Halloo! who comes here?" asked the engineer, stopping Harry.
"I cannot say," answered the young miner.
"Is it not your father?"
"My father, Mr. Starr? no."
"Some neighbor, then?"
"We have no neighbors in the bottom of the pit,"
replied Harry. "We are alone, quite alone."
"Well, we must let this
intruder pass," said James Starr. "Those who
are
descending must yield the path to those who are ascending."
They waited. The voice broke out again with a
magnificent burst,
as if it had been carried through a vast
speaking trumpet;
and soon a few words of a Scotch song came clearly to the ears
of the young miner.
"The Hundred Pipers!" cried Harry. "Well, I shall be much surprised
if that comes from the lungs of any man but Jack Ryan."
"And who is this Jack Ryan?" asked James Starr.
"An old
mining comrade," replied Harry. Then leaning from
the
platform, "Halloo! Jack!" he shouted.
"Is that you, Harry?" was the reply. "Wait a bit, I'm coming."
And the song broke forth again.
In a few minutes, a tall fellow of five and twenty, with a
merry face, smiling eyes, a laughing mouth, and sandy hair,
appeared at the bottom of the
luminous cone which was thrown from
his
lantern, and set foot on the
landing of the fifteenth ladder.
His first act was to
vigorously wring the hand which Harry
extended to him.
"Delighted to meet you!" he exclaimed. "If I had only known
you were to be above ground to-day, I would have spared myself
going down the Yarrow shaft!"
"This is Mr. James Starr," said Harry, turning his lamp towards
the engineer, who was in the shadow.
"Mr. Starr!" cried Jack Ryan. "Ah, sir, I could not see.
Since I left the mine, my eyes have not been accustomed to see
in the dark, as they used to do."
"Ah, I remember a laddie who was always singing. That was ten years ago.
It was you, no doubt?"
"Ay, Mr. Starr, but in changing my trade, I haven't changed
my
disposition. It's far better to laugh and sing than to
cry and whine!"
"You're right there, Jack Ryan. And what do you do now,
as you have left the mine?"
"I am
working on the Melrose farm, forty miles from here.
Ah, it's not like our Aberfoyle mines! The pick comes better
to my hand than the spade or hoe. And then, in the old pit,
there were vaulted roofs, to
merrily echo one's songs, while up
above ground!--But you are going to see old Simon, Mr. Starr?"
"Yes, Jack," answered the engineer.
"Don't let me keep you then."