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Early in the forenoon Maggot and his friends proceeded to the shore, where they found a number of miners and others assembled near the adit mouth among them our hero Oliver Trembath, Mr Donnithorne, and Mr Cornish, at that time the purser and manager of Botallack mine. The latter gentleman accosted Maggot as he came forward, and advised him to be cautious.
There is no saying how many more ridiculous exclamations Oliver might have made had not Rose suddenly said, "Surely, Mr Trembath, you have heard of his villainy?" "No, never; not a word. Pray do tell me, Miss Ellis." Rose at once related the circumstances of her late adventure, with much indignation in her tone and many a blush on her brow.
For many days after the catastrophe Oliver Trembath lay in his bed suffering from severe cuts and bruises, as well as from what must have been, as nearly as possible, concussion of the brain, for he had certainly been washed down one of the winzes, although he himself retained only a confused recollection of the events of that terrible day, and could not tell what had befallen him.
Tom Donnithorne?" exclaimed the old gentleman, in a tone of surprise, as he darted a keen glance from under his bushy eyebrows at his companion. "Hah! then from that fact I gather that you are Oliver Trembath, the young doctor whom he has been expecting the last day or two. H'm so old Tom Donnithorne is your uncle, is he?"
On reaching the entrance to the shaft, Oliver Trembath looked down and observed a small speck of bright light in the black depths. "A man coming up wait a bit," said the captain in explanation. Presently a faint sound of slow footsteps was heard; they grew gradually more distinct, and ere long the head and shoulders of a man emerged from the hole.
Through the hole these red men descended one by one, chatting and laughing as they went, and disappeared, leaving the moor-house and all around it a place of solitude. Captain Dan now prepared to descend this ladder road with Oliver Trembath. Botallack, to the dark depths of which we are now about to descend, is the most celebrated mine in the great mining county of Cornwall.
Mrs Batten returned in a few minutes, and Oliver left them, after administering as much comfort as he could in the circumstances, but to say truth, although well skilled in alleviating bodily pains, he was incapable of doing much in the way of ministering to the mind diseased. Oliver Trembath was not a medical missionary.
Charlie repaid her with more than thanks, and almost hugged her in his gratitude for her prompt activity. "And now, Mrs Hicks," said he, "you shall see how we will thwart this scoundrel. As for Oliver Trembath, I cannot imagine what could take him into Penzance in the wild state that you describe.
"Allow me to introduce myself, sir Oliver Trembath, nephew to Mr Thomas Donnithorne of St. Just." Mr Hitchin held out his hand, and said that he was happy to meet with a nephew of his old friend, in the tone of a man who would much rather not meet either nephew or uncle.
"I told you it was only the wind," said Oliver Trembath, who had opened the shutter and gazed through the window for some time into the darkness, where, of course, he saw nothing. Well was it for him that Cuttance refused to follow Bill's advice, which was to charge him through the window with the mast.
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