back in the
cottage. The engineer supped with good appetite,
listening with
satisfaction to all the plans unfolded by the old overman;
and had it not been for his
excitement about the next day's work,
he would never have slept better than in the perfect stillness
of the
cottage.
The following day, after a
substantial breakfast,
James Starr, Simon Ford, Harry, and even Madge herself, took the road
already traversed the day before. All looked like regular miners.
They carried different tools, and some
dynamite with which to blast
the rock. Harry, besides a large
lantern, took a safety lamp,
which would burn for twelve hours. It was more than was necessary
for the journey there and back, including the time for the
working--
supposing a
working was possible.
"To work! to work!" shouted Ford, when the party reached the further
end of the passage; and he grasped a heavy crowbar and brandished it.
"Stop one
instant," said Starr. "Let us see if any change has
taken place, and if the fire-damp still escapes through the
crevices."
"You are right, Mr. Starr," said Harry. "Whoever stopped it up
yesterday may have done it again to-day!"
Madge, seated on a rock, carefully observed the
excavation,
and the wall which was to be blasted.
It was found that everything was just as they left it. The
crevices had
undergone no
alteration; the carburetted
hydrogen still filtered through,
though in a small
stream, which was no doubt because it had had
a free passage since the day before. As the quantity was so small,
it could not have formed an
explosivemixture with the air inside.
James Starr and his companions could
therefore proceed in security.
Besides, the air grew purer by rising to the heights of the Dochart pit;
and the fire-damp, spreading through the
atmosphere, would not be strong
enough to make any
explosion.
"To work, then!"
repeated Ford; and soon the rock flew in splinters
under his
skillful blows. The break was
chiefly composed
of pudding-stone, interspersed with
sandstone and schist,
such as is most often met with between the coal
veins. James Starr picked up some of the pieces, and examined
them carefully, hoping to discover some trace of coal.
Starr having chosen the place where the holes were to be drilled,
they were rapidly bored by Harry. Some cartridges of
dynamitewere put into them. As soon as the long, tarred safety
match was laid, it was lighted on a level with the ground.
James Starr and his companions then went off to some distance.
"Oh! Mr. Starr," said Simon Ford, a prey to
agitation, which he did
not attempt to
conceal, "never, no, never has my old heart beaten
so quick before! I am
longing to get at the vein!"
"Patience, Simon!" responded the engineer. "You don't mean
to say that you think you are going to find a passage all ready
open behind that dyke?"
"Excuse me, sir," answered the old overman; "but of course I think so!
If there was good luck in the way Harry and I discovered this place,
why shouldn't the good luck go on?"
As he spoke, came the
explosion. A sound as of thunder
rolled through the
labyrinth of subterranean galleries.
Starr, Madge, Harry, and Simon Ford hastened towards the spot.
"Mr. Starr! Mr. Starr!" shouted the overman. "Look! the door
is broken open!"
Ford's
comparison was justified by the appearance of
an
excavation, the depth of which could not be calculated.
Harry was about to spring through the
opening; but the engineer,
though excessively surprised to find this
cavity, held him back.
"Allow time for the air in there to get pure," said he.
"Yes!
beware of the foul air!" said Simon.
A quarter of an hour was passed in
anxious waiting.
The
lantern was then fastened to the end of a stick, and introduced
into the cave, where it continued to burn with unaltered brilliancy.
"Now then, Harry, go," said Starr, "and we will follow you."
The
opening made by the
dynamite was
sufficiently large
to allow a man to pass through. Harry, lamp in hand,
entered unhesitatingly, and disappeared in the darkness.
His father, mother, and James Starr waited in silence.
A minute--which seemed to them much longer--passed. Harry did
not
reappear, did not call. Gazing into the
opening,
James Starr could not even see the light of his lamp, which ought
to have illuminated the dark
cavern.
Had the ground suddenly given way under Harry's feet?
Had the young miner fallen into some
crevice? Could his voice
no longer reach his companions?
The old overman, dead to their remonstrances, was about to enter