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"I'll tell mother, and she will cook for us what may be needed," Fred whispered, after they were in the lower level walking rapidly toward the slope.
"That part of it don't trouble me so much as how we're to come back to the mine without bein' seen by some of the men," Sam replied, and, turning sharply Bill asked:
"What are you fellers chinnin' about?"
"There's no harm in talkin', eh?" and Sam a.s.sumed an air of impudence such as the men had never seen before.
"I don't reckon there is, lad; but seein' as how we've hung together so long, it wasn't strange to ask."
"I didn't mean to be too fresh, Bill," Sam replied, understanding that he had spoken in a disagreeable manner. "Fred and I were only figuring about coming back to make sure Billings didn't get into the level while you were outside."
"That part of it can be fixed easy. Joe shall go to the store while I see if anybody here knows about the old drift, and with three on guard I don't reckon he can do much mischief."
"Then you can stay with him while I run home for some provisions," Fred whispered, and during this conversation Cale Billings was clambering up the joist which led to the last level.
CHAPTER XVI
GOOD SAMARITANS
Knowing that Joe and Bill were in Mr. Wright's confidence Donovan had no hesitation about placing guards as desired, and immediately after they ascended from the slope every exit was closely watched.
"Now you boys can see we've fixed things in proper shape," Bill said, in a tone of triumph. "Do whatever you choose until to-morrow, an' Joe an'
me'll attend to Mr. Billings' case."
"But he might get into the lower level by the same way we did," Sam ventured to suggest.
"There are plenty below to take care of that."
"Then there's no reason why we should come back?"
"Not unless you want to see the game played out."
"We'll run down to Fred's house, and then have a look at the place where he went through."
"Suit yourselves about that," was the careless reply, as Bill started toward the store to confer with the superintendent.
"Now is our chance," Sam whispered. "It won't take us more than ten minutes to run over to your house, and we can get back before Bill comes."
Fred started at a rapid pace, and by the time the miners had finished telling their story to Mr. Wright, Mrs. Byram knew of the interview with Skip.
"Of course I will give you some food," she said, readily. "It may prove to be the best possible thing for him that he should be so thoroughly frightened. Can you carry oil enough in a bottle?"
"As much as will be needed until to-morrow. It won't do any harm if he sc.r.a.pes along on short rations for a while," Sam replied, with a laugh.
"The only thing is to get him something before Joe an' Bill go back."
A generous package of food, a small quant.i.ty of oil, the whole in a paper parcel, and the good samaritans started for the slope once more, noting with satisfaction as they pa.s.sed that the miners had not yet left the store.
No particular attention was paid to them as they entered the slope, and screening the package as much as possible from view, the boys went with all speed to the repentant regulator's hiding place.
So far as could be seen, the cutting through which Fred had fallen remained as when they ascended, and after letting themselves down this the task was well nigh accomplished.
Skip was most extravagant in his demonstrations of grat.i.tude when they entered the chamber and displayed the supplies.
"It'll take me a mighty long while to straighten this thing up; but I'll do it somehow," he said, and Sam replied, roughly:
"We'll talk about that later. Jest now there's a chance others will find out where you are, for Joe and Bill have gone after men to help search for Billings."
"Then they didn't find him?"
"No."
"I reckon he has gone to Taylor's."
"That won't do him much good unless he walks out of town, for now it is known he's near by, all hands are bound to hunt him down."
"Then they'll be sure to find me."
"We'll hold on in the old drift till they get back, an' try to prevent them from coming up here by saying we've searched this slope," Fred said, after a moment's thought. "That's the only way I know of to keep the secret."
"It won't do any harm to make the attempt," Sam added. "Don't light your lamp, and keep perfectly quiet."
Skip retreated once more to the farther corner of the chamber, and the boys walked slowly down to the drift, halting a short distance from the mouth of the slope as Sam picked up a shovel.
"Here's another tool belonging to the company. It must have been thrown away by Billings or Skip when you dropped on their heads."
"Keep it to show we've been hunting; it can't be long now before the men come, and we'll need some good excuse for loafing here."
"Let's sit down till we hear them. I'm tired enough to want a rest."
Seated on the decaying timbers of the car track the boys discussed in whispers the possibility of aiding Skip to escape from his unenviable position, with never a thought of the deed with which Billings was to crown his villainous career.
The leader of the mob had immediately begun to look about for a chance to wreak his vengeance on the company, when Joe and Bill with their helpers left the level, and he was yet at the farther end of the pa.s.sage when the boys returned with supplies for Skip.
Their desire to avoid attracting the attention of the workmen caused them to move noiselessly, consequently he was ignorant of the fact that they were in the mine.
It was hardly five minutes after they descended to the old drift when he came back to the cutting, and the odor of gas brought him to a stop.
"Them fools broke through after all," he said, examining the earth piled up at one end, "an' I reckon they found out it wasn't safe to work much farther on that course."
One of the shovels was standing against the side of the excavation, and with this he dug a portion of the dirt from the hole made by Bill's pick.
The foul air rushed through with such force as to nearly suffocate him; but instead of being disappointed he appeared overjoyed.
"I couldn't a' fixed things better in a week's solid work, an' I'll take the chances of gettin' out."