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Then he heard footsteps, and saw a small, swinging light. He immediately went towards this. It was a miner. 'Can you tell me, he said, 'where this road goes? 'Road? Ay, it goes ter Whatmore. 'Whatmore! Oh thank you, that's right. I thought I was wrong. Good-night. 'Good-night, replied the broad voice of the miner. Gerald guessed where he was. At least, when he came to Whatmore, he would know.
He was glad to be on a high road. He walked forward as in a sleep of decision. That was Whatmore Village ? Yes, the King's Head and there the hall gates. He descended the steep hill almost running. Winding through the hollow, he passed the Grammar School, and came to Willey Green Church. The churchyard! He halted. Then in another moment he had clambered up the wall and was going among the graves.
From the windows of Shortlands, on that fatal day, could be seen the flare of fire in the sky not far off, and now the little colliery train, with the workmen's carriages which were used to convey the miners to the distant Whatmore, was crossing the valley full of soldiers, full of redcoats.
Now he had a vision of power. So many wagons, bearing his initial, running all over the country. He saw them as he entered London in the train, he saw them at Dover. So far his power ramified. He looked at Beldover, at Selby, at Whatmore, at Lethley Bank, the great colliery villages which depended entirely on his mines.
Riots broke out, Whatmore pit-head was in flames. This was the pit furthest in the country, near the woods. Soldiers came.
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