Then Tim told them how the horse-doctor had gone down to secure one of the ponies in a large, strong net, in order to bring it to the surface of the earth for a time; and that he had gone down with him more for his own amusement than to help him.  He had wandered a little way into the winding galleries of the pit, and came back just as the skip was going up for the last time but one.  Thompson and Davies were deep in conversation with the men who remained, and, stealing behind them, he overheard their plot, and their intention of persuading Stephen to join them.  After that he dare not for his very life come forward when the skip descended, and he watched them go up, leaving him alone for the night in that dismal place.  He had his father’s lamp with him, and so made his way to the bottom of the old shaft, and waited, with what impatience and anxiety we may imagine, to hear Stephen return from his work.

‘It was awfully lonesome,’ he said, ’and I thought Stephen would never come, or I’d never make him hear.  It wasn’t much better after he had come, only for thinking Miss Anne would be safe.  My lamp went out, and I reckon I said “Our Father” over a hundred times.  Besides, I was wondering what was being done overhead.  I’ll never be left behind anywhere again, I can tell ye.’

‘Well,’ said Stephen, ’my sheep and lambs don’t know about the fire, and I must be off.  They’ll want me just as bad as if I’d been in bed all night.’

Still he could not help turning aside with Tim just for another glimpse of the smouldering ruins, looking so black and desolate in the daylight.  But after that he did not loiter a minute, and spent the rest of the morning in diligent attention to his duties, until, a little before mid-day, he saw the farmer who employed him riding across the sheep-walk; and when he ran forward to receive his orders, he bade him make haste and go home to prepare himself for appearing before the magistrate, to give his evidence against Black Thompson and his comrades.

When Stephen reached the cinder-hill cabin he found Tim there again, and Bess Thompson waiting to see him.  Poor Bess had been crying bitterly, for by this time it was known that her father and Davies were in jail; though the others, being young and single men, had fled at once from the place, and escaped for the present.  As soon as Stephen entered, Bess threw herself on her knees at his feet, and looked up imploringly into his face.

‘Oh, dear, good Stephen,’ she cried, ’thee canst save father!  I’ll kneel here till thee has promised to save him.  Oh, don’t bear any spite agen him, but forgive him and save him!’

‘Get up, Bess,’ said Stephen kindly; ’don’t thee kneel down to a fellow like me.  I’ll do anything for thy father; I’ve no spite agen him.’

‘Oh, I knew thee would!’ she said; ’thee’lt tell the justice thee never saw him there till the other folks came up from Botfield.  Tim says he didn’t see anybody down in the pit, and he’s promised not to swear to their names.  Don’t thee swear to seeing anybody.’