They saw the mine engineer, a great bearded Scotchman named Menzies, come out of the engine house and blow his whistle for the cages to be lowered.
At the same instant a tall, loose-framed young man with a clean-shaved, earnest face advanced eagerly towards the pit head.

As he came forward his eyes fell upon the group, silent and motionless, under the engine house.

The men had drawn down their hats and turned up their collars to screen their faces.

For a moment the presentiment of Death laid its cold hand upon the manager's heart.

At the next he had shaken it off and saw only his duty towards intrusive strangers.
"Who are you ?" he asked as he advanced.