She dispatched some miners to seize that hellish villain, and she went down the mine to save her father." "Ah!" said Walter, trembling all over.
"She has never been seen since." The Colonel's head sank for a moment on his breast.
Walter groaned and turned pale.
"She came too late to save him; she came in time to share his fate." Walter sank into a chair, and a deadly pallor overspread his face, his forehead, and his very lips.
The Colonel rushed to the door and called for help, and in a moment John Baker and Mrs.Milton and Julia Clifford were round poor Walter's chair with brandy and ether and salts, and every stimulant.

He did not faint away; strong men very seldom do at any mere mental shock.
The color came slowly back to his cheeks and his pale lips, and his eyes began to fill with horror.

The weeping women, and even the stout Colonel, viewed with anxiety his return to the full consciousness of his calamity.
"Be brave," cried Colonel Clifford; "be a soldier's son; don't despair; fight: nothing has been neglected.

Even Bartley is playing the man; he has got another engine coming up, and another body of workmen to open the new shaft as well as the old one." "God bless him!" said Walter.
"And I have an experienced engineer on the road, and the things civilians always forget--tents and provisions of all sorts.

We will set an army to work sooner than your sweetheart, poor girl, shall lose her life by any fault of ours." "My sweetheart," cried Walter, starting suddenly from his chair.