And they were equally charmed with Mick's sobriety and loyalty.

Not a word had been said as to hours of work,--and yet he was as constant to their long hours as though the venture was his own,--as though there was no question of wages.
'We ain't had a drop o' drink yet,' said Mick one night.

'Ain't we a holding off like Britons ?' There was great triumph in his voice as he said this;--very great triumph, but, also, as Caldigate thought, a sound of longing also.

They were now in their third week, and the word whisky had never been pronounced between them.

At this moment, when Mick's triumphant ejaculation was uttered, they were all lying--in bed.