And they planned to leave these two men behind here to take all the blame." "They'll get enough of it!" added Harry grimly.

"They 're miners.
They could see that they were making a straight cross-cut tunnel on to our vein.

They ain't no children, Blindeye and Taylor Bill.

And 'ere 's where they start getting their trouble." He pulled at the door and it yielded grudgingly.

The three slipped past, following along the line of the tram track in the darkness, Harry's pick handle swinging beside him as they sneaked along.