CHAPTER XX.
CALAMITY.
The baffled conspirators saw Grace Hope bound over a stile like a deer and dash up to the mine; then there was a hurried colloquy, and some men were seen to start from the mine and run toward Hope's cottage.

What actually took place was this: She arrived panting, and begged to be sent down the mine at once; the deputy said, "You cannot, miss, without an order from Mr.Hope." "I am his daughter, sir," said she; "he has claimed me from Mr.Bartley this day." At that word the man took off his hat to her.
"Let me down this instant; there's a plot to fire the mine, and destroy my dear father." "A plot to fire the mine!" said the man, all aghast.

"Why, who by?
Hy! cage ready there!" "One Burnley, but he's bribed by a stranger.

Send me down to warn my father; but you run and seize that villain; you can not mistake him.

He wears a light suit of tweed, all one color.