t that he knew.

"Tom Dinass, sir. Talk about bad shillings coming back--why, he's worse
than a bad sixpence."

"Then it was him I saw crossing the moor toward the Druid Stones," said
Joe.

"Then why didn't you say so?" cried Gwyn, sourly.

"Because I wasn't sure."

"Never sure of anything, since you've grown so tall," grumbled Gwyn.
"No, I sha'n't chain up Grip; and I tell him what it is--I'm not going
to interfere if the dog goes at him again, for he must have done
something bad, or Grip wouldn't be so fierce."

The dog pricked up his ears on hearing his name, and gave the rug a few
taps with his tail.

"He never so much as growls at any of the other men. Pretty state of
things if one can't have one's dog about because some man hates him.
Pooh! I know, Joe."

"Know what?"

"He hasn't got a job yet, and he's coming for the money father said he
was to have till he got an engagement."

"Did the guv'nor say that, sir?" cried Hardock.

"Yes."

"Then Tom Dinass won't never get no engagements, but set up for a
gentleman, and I think I shall do the same, for work and me aren't the
best of friends."

"Get out!" said Gwyn, laughing; "why, you're never happy unless you are
at work--is he, Joe?"

"No, he's a regular nuisance. Always wanting to do something else, and
stop late in the mine wasting the candles."

"What a shame, Mr Joe!" said Hardock, grinning.

"It's quite true, Sam," cried Gwyn. "Done all that painting up of
arrows on the walls near the water gallery?"

"Not quite, sir; I'm going to have a good long day at it on Friday."

"Friday's an unlucky day," said Joe.

"Not it, sir, when you want to get a job done. And I say, Mr Gwyn,
come down with me. There's a long drift you've never seen yet, where
there's some cracks and hollows chock full of the finest crystals I ever
see."

"Crystals?" cried Gwyn.

"In a new gallery?" said Joe, excitedly.

"Well, you may call it a new gallery if you like, sir," said Sam, with a
chuckle; "I calls it the oldest drift I was ever in."

"I should like to see that," said Joe.

"Come down then, sir, but aren't it a bit strange that you've taken to
like going down of late."

"No; I like going down now, for it's all strange and interesting in the
unexplored parts, when one can go down comfortably and not feel afraid
of being lost."

"Nay, but you might be still, sir," said the captain, wagging his head.
"There's a sight of bits yet that would puzzle