Sir Edward met them as they ascended the slope, Mark having been taking
mental notes all the way of the trend of the hills and the valley,
seeing for certain that, in spite of its bulk and height, Ergles was a
good deal lower than the range along the valley of the Gleame.
Their narrative of adventure below was listened to in silence, and Sir
Edward grew moment by moment more interested till the whole was told.
"I don't think there is a doubt of it," he said. "We are quite three
hundred feet lower here, and in all probability it is the same
underground stream as we have at the Tor; but whether it will be
possible to get right through into this cavern is more than we can judge
till we have tried."
"But you will try, father?"
"Of course, my boy," cried Sir Edward; "and at once. Here, we must have
Daniel Rugg, and hear what he says."
Dummy fetched his father, who listened in turn without a word.
"Sounds well, Rugg," said Sir Edward.
"Yes, Sir Edward; sounds well."
"But is the grotto likely to run so far?"
"Lots on 'em do. There's one yonder up in the Peak as goes for miles,
and they've never yet found the end, nor where the water goes."
"Well," said Sir Edward, after a few minutes' thought; "I'm afraid to be
too sanguine. This may all end in disappointment; but it shall be
tried."
"Now, at once, I s'pose, Sir Edward?"
"Now, at once."
Ten men were chosen for the expedition, and Mark noted with satisfaction
that Dan Rugg put forward those who had been accustomed to work in the
mine.
"Better for getting along, Master Mark," said the miner, on seeing that
Mark took notice of his action.
"But will ten be enough, Dan?"
"Why not, sir? Ten, and me and Dummy's twelve, and you and Sir Edward
fourteen. Well, perhaps it would be as well to have a couple more."
Garth and Jennings were selected without having the slightest notion of
where they were going, but they took their places without a word, only
too glad to have some change from the monotonous existence they had been
leading for many days.
No embargo was placed upon their way of marching, and they tramped
eagerly on, till the occupants of the Castle were startled by their
sudden arrival, to share in the surprise of their fellows when orders
were given for rations to be supplied to each man, after a good meal had
been eaten.
Half-an-hour after, well provided with picks, hammers, big nails for
driving in the cracks, either for foot-hold or to bear ropes, the whole
party were descending into the mine, with Dummy promoted, from his
knowledge, to the onerous post of guide, leading, and Mark by his side
or following next, according to the state of the way.
The men were in excellent spirits, for by this time the object of the
expedition had oozed out, and it gave them a feeling of confidence now
that the attack was to be made through the mine, where they were all
much at home.
There was the rumour, too, that they were to take the enemy by surprise
where there would be no barricades or breastworks, and altogether the
men moved on after their young guides in the highest of spirits, feeling
as they did that at last the petty war was to be brought to a
conclusion.
The ways through the old galleries and chambers of the mine were
traversed with the men talking and laughing, and reminding one another
of this or that particular working where the lead ore was rich; and
Dummy strode in front, bearing his lantern well, and his importance ill.
For he was to all intents and purposes the originator and head man of
the little campaign, till suddenly casting his eyes sidewise he caught
sight of Mark looking at him in an amused way, which discharged all his
conceit upon the instant, as he flushed up and changed back to the old
Dummy at once.
"You shouldn't laugh at a poor fellow, Master Mark," he remonstrated in
a whisper.
"Then you shouldn't strut along like a game-cock just come in for his
spring feathers."
"I didn't," said Dummy angrily.
"You did. But go on. I will not laugh at you any more."
A complete change came over the boy, and he went on gravely enough after
the reproof, till, to the surprise of all, they were led into the
chamber hung with the veils of stalactite, where Dummy stopped and
looked round.
"Well, my lad, what does this mean?"
Dummy smiled in a rather imbecile way, and his father nudged him heavily
with his elbow.
"Don't you hear what Sir Edward says? What you come here for? Lost
your way?"
"No, I aren't lost my way, father."
"Then go back and show us. Where is it? Down by the old workings?"
"Nay, this is right," said the boy, in high glee at his father's puzzled
look; and giving Sir Edward a wave of the hand, he went on to the end,
and passed behind the stony veil dropping from near the roof.
Sir Edward, uttered an ejaculation, and turned to his son.
"You have been by here, then?" he cried.
"Yes, father; this is the way," replied Mark. "Follow him."
"No, keep with him yourself," said Sir Edward. "You are the guides.
But be silent now."
"There is no need yet," replied Mark; "we have a tremendously long way
to go yet."
"Let there be silence," said Sir Edward sternly. "For aught we know,
these men, if the grottoes do communicate, may be exploring on their own
account, and sound runs curiously along these passages."
Mark accepted the rebuke, and joined Dummy at once, the rest of the
party followed, and at a word from Sir Edward, raised their pikes and
advanced steadily, as if expecting at any moment to meet the foe.
But many hours seemed to have elapsed, during which they had climbed,
descended, squeezed through narrow upright cracks, and crawled, as the
two lads had crawled before, ere they reached the limpid pool where
their guides had rested and gone to sleep.
Here, at a word from Mark, Sir Edward gave the word to halt for
refreshment, while, in company with the two lads, he made a farther
advance, and planted two men at intervals along the route they took,
following the flow of the underground stream, whose musical gurgling
grew very plain at times.
The second man was posted a good two hundred yards beyond the first, and
made no objection to being left in the dark, showing Dan Rugg's wisdom
in selecting miners for the task in hand.
Then, silently and with great caution, Dummy led on along a wild chasm
of the same nature as others they had passed, and formed, evidently
during some convulsion, the encrinite marble of which the walls were
composed matching exactly, and merely requiring lateral pressure and the
trickling of lime-charged water to become solid once again.
About three hundred yards beyond the last sentinel the trio paused, and
stood listening and gazing as far as they could across a rock chamber
whose sides glittered with double prismatic crystals.
But there was the water gurgling at the bottom of the deep crack along
which they passed--nothing more; and they returned toward the pool, Sir
Edward giving the men a word or two of caution, and then passing on to
the others who were whispering to each other as they ate their food.
It was too good an example not to be followed, and soon after, quite
refreshed, Sir Edward gave the order for a fresh start, the way being
doubly interesting now that it was all fresh ground to the guides. In
addition, it became more difficult, for the formation began now to
change, and instead of being a succession of narrow crack-like
passages--in almost every variety of inclination between the horizontal
and perpendicular, and rock grotto-like chambers of varying extent--the
road began to fork and break up into vast halls, from which more than
once they could hardly find an exit.
But Dummy was invaluable, and there was a kind of triumph in his face
when he pointed out how easy it was to go on if you listened for the
trickling of the stream below.
At last, after passing through a long succession of scenes that were as
wondrous as strange, Sir Edward called upon the boy to stop, and upon
Dummy coming back to his side, lantern in hand, "Do you think you can
find your way back?" he asked.
"Yes, with my eyes shut," said the boy, smiling.
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.
_Chink_, _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, pish! 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 passed 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 passed 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.