'No,' he cried with a sudden change of intention, 'you'll stay where you are.

You're safe enough here.

While I'm away think o' what's below you there, an' pray yer hardest in case you've lied to me, because if you have you're done fer.

I'll kill you, s'elp me God, I will!' Rogers took a bee line through the scrub in the direction of the quarry, leaving Dick hanging over the open shaft.

The Gaol Quarry was not more than half a mile off, and Rogers ran the whole of the distance.