"Well, I shall be much surprised if that comes from the lungs of any man but Jack Ryan." "And who is this Jack Ryan ?" asked James Starr.
"An old mining comrade," replied Harry.

Then leaning from the platform, "Halloo! Jack!" he shouted.
"Is that you, Harry ?" was the reply.

"Wait a bit, I'm coming." And the song broke forth again.
In a few minutes, a tall fellow of five and twenty, with a merry face, smiling eyes, a laughing mouth, and sandy hair, appeared at the bottom of the luminous cone which was thrown from his lantern, and set foot on the landing of the fifteenth ladder.

His first act was to vigorously wring the hand which Harry extended to him.
"Delighted to meet you!" he exclaimed.

"If I had only known you were to be above ground to-day, I would have spared myself going down the Yarrow shaft!" "This is Mr.James Starr," said Harry, turning his lamp towards the engineer, who was in the shadow.
"Mr.Starr!" cried Jack Ryan.