Bartley was there, pale and old, and trembling, and crying.

He fell on his knees before Hope and Grace.

She drew back from him with repulsion; but he cried out, "No matter! no matter! They are saved! they are saved!" Walter carried her to his father, and left Bartley kneeling.

Then he dashed back for Hope, who did not move, and found him on his knees insensible.

A piece of coal, driven by one of the men's picks, had struck him on the temple.