Harry alone remained thoughtful.
To his memory recurred the succession of singular, inexplicable circumstances attending the discovery of the new bed.

It made him uneasy about the future.
An hour afterwards, James Starr and his two companions were back in the cottage.

The engineer supped with good appetite, listening with satisfaction to all the plans unfolded by the old overman; and had it not been for his excitement about the next day's work, he would never have slept better than in the perfect stillness of the cottage.
The following day, after a substantial breakfast, James Starr, Simon Ford, Harry, and even Madge herself, took the road already traversed the day before.

All looked like regular miners.

They carried different tools, and some dynamite with which to blast the rock.