Part 59 (1/2)

His tones chased away his master's feeling of uneasiness, and he went on:

”That's a good boy; but what about your notion of this place leading into the cavern where those ruffians are? We must be far past Ergles, even if we are in the right direction.”

”No,” said Dummy confidently, as his father, who now came up, lantern in hand, looked doubtful too.

”Why do you say no, boy?” said Sir Edward.

”Because we've got among the same sort of rock as you find at Ergles.”

”Good, lad!” burst out Dan Rugg. ”That's minding your teachings. But are you right?”

”Yes, father: look,” said the boy, holding up his lantern toward the glittering roof of the hall in which they stood. ”There it is: Blue John.”

Dan raised his lantern too, and drew his miner's pick from his belt.

_c.h.i.n.k_, _clash_.

There was a sharp blow from the pick, and Dan stooped to take up the piece of rock he had struck off, and handed it to his lord.

”Boy's right, Sir Edward,” he said. ”Look at that.”

”But what has Blue John, whoever he is--Oh, pis.h.!.+ I had forgotten the name of the blue spar. Is there any of it in Ergles?”

”Only place about here where there is any, Sir Edward, and that's a piece.”

”Then we may be close to the cavern,” said Sir Edward, lowering his voice.

”Or in it, perhaps,” said Mark excitedly.

He started, for at that moment Dummy clapped a hand upon his lips, and pointed forward.

”Cover your lanterns,” he whispered.

The word was pa.s.sed along back, and the next moment they were standing in darkness, watching a faint gleam of light in the distance.

It was playing upon the glittering prismatic crystals which covered wall, roof, and floor, and these flashed as the light played upon them, disappeared, and came into sight again from behind a Gothic pillar, was again eclipsed, and once more came into sight; and now, plainly seen, they made out that it was the light of a lantern, which shone upon a man's face as he went slowly along what seemed to be an opening, which led him past where they stood watching.

Then the light seemed to go down toward the floor, lower and lower, as it went on till it pa.s.sed out of sight, but left a faint glow.

”Let Dummy and me go,” whispered Mark to his father.

”Yes. Cautiously. Don't be seen.”

Dummy was panting to be off, and keeping his lantern hidden, he felt his way onward toward the glow, keeping tightly hold of Mark's hand, till, as they came nearer, they saw that the man must have been descending a steep rift, and as the light came into sight again, they found that they were standing on the very edge of this place, and that the light was away to their left, twenty feet or so lower, and gleaming upon the surface of a smooth far-spreading pool.

CHAPTER THIRTY.

NEARING DAWN.