He dragged from under the overhanging rim of the pit a piece of wood like a bludgeon, one end of which was smeared with pitch; and placing the lantern with its back to the wind, pushed the stick inside, which came out a torch, flaming and dropping flame.

“There’s our corpse-candle!” cried Coe, triumphantly; “that would keep us without witnesses, even if any one were so bold as, in a night like this, to venture near Wheal Danes, to trespass on Tom Tiddler’s ground, where we shall pick up the gold and the silver.”  There was a wild excitement, quite foreign to his habit, about this man, and he whirled the torch about his head in flaring circles.

“Keep your wits steady, if you please,” observed Balfour, sternly.

“It is over now, Sir, and I am in the counting-house again,” answered Solomon, submissively.  “I felt a little exhilarated at the prospect of plucking a fruit that has been ripening for fifty years, that’s all.  This Wheal Danes is the very aloe of mines, and it is about to blossom for us only.  You had better take the torch yourself; the lantern will serve for me; but just show a light here while I place the ladder.”

Balfour held the blazing pine aloft, and disclosed the gaping mouth of the old pit, its margin wet with the rain, and its sheer sides slippery with the damps of ages.

“It would be easy enough to get down without this contrivance,” observed Solomon, grimly, as he carefully adjusted the ladder, the foot of which was lost in gloom; “but it would take us some trouble to find our way back again without wings.”

“In daylight, however, I dare say it looks easier,” said Balfour, carelessly.

“It may look so, but it ain’t.  Nothing but a sea-gull ever goes in and out of Wheal Danes; even the bats keep there, where indeed they are snug and warm enough.”

“It doesn’t feel very warm at present,” replied the other, who did not seem to be in a hurry to explore this unpromising territory.

“Ay, but you wait till we get to the lower level; you might live there, if the rats would let you, for a whole winter, and never need a fire.”

“Oh, there are rats, are there?  Why, what do they live upon?”

“Well, that’s their look-out,” laughed Solomon; “they would be very glad to have us, no doubt.  It would be only just in my case, for I have lived on them before now; with rats and water a man may do very well for a week or two.”

“What! there is water laid on in this establishment, is there?”

“No; the low levels are quite dry.  But come, let us see for ourselves.  We are losing time.  I will start first, and do you follow close upon me, but without treading on my fingers;” and Solomon placed his heavy foot upon the first rung.

“No, no,” said Balfour, drawing back; “I will not trust myself on the same ladder with a man of your weight.  When you are at the bottom give me a call, and then I’ll join you.”