And," he grinned in the darkness, "don't let 'im 'old your 'and, Miss Richmond." "Oh, you go on!" But she laughed.

And Harry laughed with her.
"I know 'im.

'E 's got a wye about 'im." "That's what you said about Miss Richmond once!" "Have you two been talking about me ?" "Often." Then there was silence--for Harry had left the fissure to go into the stope and make an investigation.

A long moment and he was back, almost creeping, and whispering as he reached the end of the fissure.
"Come 'ere--both of you! Come 'ere!" "What is it ?" "Sh-h-h-h-h-h.

Don't talk too loud.