"But neither Mr.Starr nor I have forgotten that to you we owe our lives." "Not at all," returned Jack.

"You owe them to your son Harry, when he had the good sense to accept my invitation to Irvine." "And not to go, isn't that it ?" interrupted Harry, grasping his comrade's hand.

"No, Jack, it is to you, scarcely healed of your wounds--to you, who did not delay a day, no, nor an hour, that we owe our being found still alive in the mine!" "Rubbish, no!" broke in the obstinate fellow.

"I won't have that said, when it's no such thing.

I hurried to find out what had become of you, Harry, that's all.