The Black Tor Part 45

"Well, make haste and let's get out; I don't want to be in fresh trouble through stopping so long. I believe it's supper-time."

"Yes, Master Mark," replied the boy, "and so do I."

They had still a long way to go, but once past the veil of stalact.i.te, they began to enter the workings with the pa.s.sages and chambers possessing fairly level floors, made for the convenience of transporting the ore to the mouth of the mine. The walking then became comparatively easy, but Mark's weariness was on the increase, and there were moments when the faint glow of light which spread around Dummy, as he walked in front, grew misty and strange, playing fantastic tricks to the observer's eye: now it seemed close to him; now it and the black silhouette it formed of the bearer's body appeared to be far-off, and to die away in the distance, but only to return again with a sudden jerk, as Mark started and tried to step out more firmly.

At these moments, his own candle having burned out, Mark watched the shadow of his companion dancing about, now on the floor, now on the ceiling or on either side, looking grotesque and goblin-like for a few moments, and then dying out again and causing the lad to start, as he felt in a dreamy way that he was being left behind, though on recovering his fleeting senses it was only to find that Dummy was almost within touch.

This had been going on for some time, when Mark spoke:

"I say, don't go right away and leave me, Dummy."

"Who's a-going to?" said the boy, looking round in surprise.

"I know you wouldn't on purpose, but keep looking round. I can't keep awake. My legs do, but all the rest goes to sleep, and I begin getting in a muddle."

"Oh, we shall soon be out now," said the boy laughing.

"Soon be out! I never knew the place was so big before. Keep looking back to see that I don't drop down fast asleep."

"I'd make you go first," said Dummy, "but you don't know the way."

"No: keep on as you are, and make haste."

"Can't: must go steady, because of the candle."

"Oh dear!" sighed Mark. "I am so sleepy, and it's beginning to get down below my belt, to where my leg was hurt."

"No, no, don't you think that," cried Dummy. "Let's keep on talking."

"Yes," said Mark, jumping at the proposal. "Let's keep talking--Who are you laughing at?"

"You, Master Mark. You are sleepy. 'Tarn't far, now. Fresh air'll soon rouse you."

There was no reply, and as the boy glanced back he could see that his companion was beginning to reel about like a drunken man, and that his eyes had a peculiar dull, fixed look.

The next minute the lids drooped, and he walked on as if that which he had said was quite true--that all was fast asleep but the legs, which went on automatically, and supported their load.

"With a fal, lal-lal, lal-lalla, lalla, la!" yelled Dummy, not unmusically; and it had its effect, for Mark sprang at him, and caught him by the shoulder.

"What was that?" he cried excitedly.

"On'y me singing, Master Mark. Soon be out now."

"That's what you keep on saying," cried the lad, pettishly. "I don't believe we're going right. You've taken a wrong turning by mistake.

Here, I can't go any farther, Dummy. I must lie down and go to sleep again. It's horrible to keep on like this. I know I shall fall."

"You do, and I'll stick a pin in you," said the boy roughly.

"What!"

"I'm not going to have you fall asleep again. Come, rouse up, Master Mark; I'm ashamed of you. For two pins I'd hit you over the head."

"What!" cried Mark, in an access of pa.s.sion; "why, you ugly big-headed mole, how dare you speak to me like that?"

"'Cause I like," cried Dummy sharply. "Talking of going to deep, like a great gal. Yah! Gen'lemen aren't no use. Never do have no legs."

"You insolent dog!" roared Mark, leaping at him, and striking the boy twice heavily on the back, with the result that the one candle was jerked out of the stick he carried, to fly forward on to the floor, flicker for a moment or two, and then, before it could be seized, go out, and with it Mark's bit of pa.s.sion.

"Oh!" he cried, as he stood fast in the darkness.

"There, you've done it now," cried Dummy, in mock tones of horror.

"Yes, be quick; get out the flint and steel."

"What for?"

"To get a light."

"For you to begin knocking me about again."

"No, no, Dummy; I won't touch you again. It was your fault: you made me so cross."

"All right, Master Mark," said the boy, with a good-humoured laugh. "I only did it o' purpose to wake you up, and it has. I don't mind what you did. Don't feel sleepy now, do you?"

"No, no, I'm quite awake. The drowsy feeling has gone off. Come, light the candle."

"Shan't now," replied Dummy. "We're only a little way off now, and I can manage."

"But are you sure?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure enough, Master Mark. Wait a minute."

"Yes. What are you going to do?"

"Only unloose a few rings of this line we brought."

"What for? If you play me any tricks now we're in the dark, I'll--"

"Who's going to play any tricks?" grumbled the boy. "Men don't play tricks. Here, kitch holt: now you can follow me, and feel me, if you keep the rope tight, and won't go hitting yourself again the wall."

Mark grasped the end of the rope handed to him, and they started forward in the intense blackness, the novelty and sense of shrinking soon pa.s.sing off, and the lad feeling more and more confidence in his leader.

"Don't feel a bit sleepy now, do you?" asked Dummy.

"Not in the least. I say, are you sure that you can go on without taking a wrong turning?"

"Oh yes, I'm right enough, Master Mark."