Bartley telegraphed to Derby for a more powerful steam-engine and experienced engineers, and set another gang to open the new shaft to the bottom, and see if any sufferers could be saved that way.

Whatever he did was wise, but his manner was frenzied.

None of his people thought he had so much feeling, and more than one of the quaking women gave him a kind word; he made no reply, he did not even seem to hear.

He wandered about the mine all night wringing his hands, and at last he was taken home almost by force.
Humanity overpowered prejudice, and Colonel Clifford came to the mine to see if he could be of any use to the sufferers.

He got hold of the deputy and learned from him what Bartley was doing.