He was dressed in black, with a chimney-pot on his head,--and certainly did not look like a miner, though he looked as little like a gentleman.

Our friends were in what they conceived to be proper miners' costume, but Mr.Crinkett knew at a glance that there was something uncommon about them.

As they approached he did not attempt to open the gate, but awaited them, looking over the top of it from the inside.

'Well, my mates, what can I do for you ?' he said, still remaining on his side, and apparently intending that they should remain on theirs.

Then Caldigate brought forth his letter, and handed it to the owner of the place across the top of the gate.