It was hours, he imagined, since he lay listening to Rogers and Shine above the quarry, and he wondered that the night-shift men were not below long ere this.

He reached the balance shaft without having seen a man, and climbed swiftly to the upper level.

His race was continued along these workings to the jump-up.

Once in the Red Hand drive he was safe from discovery, but the feverish activity still possessed him.

How he climbed that fearful flight of ladders up the black wet shaft he never knew.