A man rushed past the end of the stacks to knock up Manager Holden.

Others gathered excitedly about the mouth of the shaft, and the long flat ropes spinning over the pulleys travelled at top speed.
Soon Harry was brought to the surface, and placed upon a hurdle, and four men carried him away across the paddocks towards Waddy.

Dick followed at a safe distance.

Locky McRae, the boss of the shift, had run on ahead, probably to warn Mrs.Hardy.
The boy saw Harry carried to his mother's house, saw a man hurry by to call Mrs.Haddon, and waited for some time after she arrived, hidden in a gutter near at hand, listening for every word.

After about a quarter of an hour Pete Holden drove his trap to the door, and Dick heard them talking of the hospital and Yarraman; then he knew that Harry was not dead, and dragged his worn, aching limbs to his own home, stupefied with suffering, hunger, and fatigue.
When Mrs.Haddon entered her kitchen an hour later, carrying a flaming match in her fingers, she was shocked to see a small, yellow-clad figure crouched in her own particular armchair near the chimney, and surmounting it a small white face in which burned two astonishing eyes.