He said he thought that was the best course, as there would be division of labor; but, said he, "I am an old campaigner, and I know that men can not fight without food, and this work will be a fight.

How will you house the new-comers ?" "There are forty-seven men missing, and the new men can sleep in their cottages." "That's so," said the Colonel, "but there are the wives and the children.
I shall send sleeping tents and eating tents, and provisions enough to feed a battalion.

Forty-seven lives," said he, pityingly.
"Ay, sir," said the deputy, "and such lives, some of them; for Mr.Hope and Miss Mary Bartley--leastways that is not her name now, she's Mr.
Hope's daughter." "Why, what has she to do with it ?" "I am sorry to say, sir, she is down the mine." "God forbid!" said the Colonel; "that noble girl dead, or in mortal danger." "She is, sir," and, lowering his voice, "by foul play;" then seeing the Colonel greatly shocked and moved, he said, "and I ought not to keep it from you.

You are our nearest magistrate; the young lady told me at the pit mouth she is Mr.Hope's daughter." "And so she is." "And she said there was a plot to destroy her father in the mine by exploding the old workings he was going to visit.

One Ben Burnley was to do it; a blackguard that has a spite against Mr.Hope for discharging him.