HER father did it! Her father! Her father! Dick continued to repeat these words as he procured candles and prepared himself for a journey into the deep mines.

He was conscious of a double duty; he must rescue Harry Hardy from the rising waters and save the father of Christina Shine from a terrible crime, and yet he went about his task as if moved by an external impulse.

The work had been mapped out for him by someone or something apart, and he undertook it without a thought of its dangers or a hint of revolt.

In fact, he was feverishly anxious to face the black Red Hand shaft and the great, lone workings beyond.

He lit one candle, put several pieces in his pocket with the matches, and started on his journey.