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Updated: June 26, 2025
"I am very sorry that Thompson, my manager, is away to-day," Mr. Brook said as they alighted. "Had I known you were coming I would of course have had him in readiness to go round with you. Is Williams, the underground manager, in the pit?" he asked the bankman, whose duty it was to look after the ascending and descending cage. "No, sir; he came up about half an hour ago.
Watkins, the viewer, is below." "He must do, then," Mr. Brook said, "but I wish Mr. Thompson had been here. Perhaps you would like to look at the plan of the pit before you go down? Is Williams's office open?" "Yes, sir," the bankman answered. Mr. Brook led the way into the office. "Hullo!" he said, seeing a young man at work making a copy of a mining plan; "who are you?" The young man rose
There were, he knew, over three hundred men and boys in the pit, and he turned faint and sick as the thought of their fate came across him. Then he ran towards the top of the shaft. The bankman lay insensible at a distance of some yards from the pit, where he had been thrown by the force of the explosion. Two or three men came running up with white scared faces.
"I'll admit I'm so tired I can't count money till I've had a night's sleep," confessed the short man. "But you make your promise now and here, Mr. Cashier. When?" He emphasized the last word. "To-morrow!" "A promissory note dated and delivered. Don't let it go to protest. That's language you can understand, Mr. Bankman." Vaniman walked off toward the cabin and the three men followed him.
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