The fast gallop, and the excitement of the masquerade, which for him had charms the sterner Neverbend could not feel, had dissipated his sickness; and he was once more all himself.
'So I've caught you at the first stage,' said he, good-humouredly; for though he knew how badly he had been treated, he was much too wise to show his knowledge.

'It shall go hard but I'll distance you before we have done,' he said to himself.

Poor Neverbend only grunted.
And then they all went down a second stage in another bucket; and then a third in a third bucket; and then the business commenced.
As far as this point passive courage alone had been required; to stand upright in a wooden tub and go down, and down, and down, was in itself easy enough, so long as the heart did not utterly faint.

Mr.Neverbend's heart had grown faintish, but still he had persevered, and now stood on a third lobby, listening with dull, unintelligent ears to eager questions asked, by his colleague, and to the rapid answers of their mining guides.

Tudor was absolutely at work with paper and pencil, taking down notes in that wretched Pandemonium.
'There now, sir,' said the guide; 'no more of them ugly buckets, Mr.Neverbend; we can trust to our own arms and legs for the rest of it, and so saying, he pointed out to Mr.Neverbend's horror-stricken eyes a perpendicular iron ladder fixed firmly against the upright side of a shaft, and leading--for aught Mr.
Neverbend could see--direct to hell itself.
'Down here, is it ?' said Alaric peeping over.
'I'll go first,' said the guide; and down he went, down, down, down, till Neverbend looking over, could barely see the glimmer of his disappearing head light.