"My! they are making a row about it.

They're coming to fetch us, because we've been so long." The two lads were still making for the mouth of the mine, and were now ascending the rough steps, to pause by the stone shed inside the entrance, where tools, gunpowder for blasting, and several kinds of tackle were kept, in among the candles and torches.
"Here, Dummy," cried Mark excitedly, as the noise outside and above them increased, "what does this mean?
They're fighting!" "Fighting ?" cried the boy excitedly.
"Yes, what can it mean ?" "Mean, Master Mark?
I can tell you.

It's the Darleys come at last to take our place.

Oh, why didn't I kill young Ralph that night when I followed him home through the wood ?" "You did what ?" "Followed him.

I wasn't sure he'd been trying to kill you, or I would." "Come along, and don't talk," whispered Mark excitedly.