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Updated: June 4, 2025
Throwing down their tools they laughingly accepted the invitation, and clambered out of the shaft. "Now's your time," whispered Maggot with a nod to his hopeful son, and then added aloud "Cut away, Zackey booy, an' tell mother to get the tay ready. Run, my son, let us knaw what thee legs are made of."
"Iss, faither," replied Zackey, with a wink of such profound meaning that his sire felt quite satisfied he was equal to the duty assigned him. "Now, doan't 'ee wag tongue more than enough," continued Maggot; "and go play with the chet till I'm ready."
Zackey having fixed his candle in the same manner, both of them put on their red-stained flannel shirts and linen coats, and traversed the level until they reached the bottom of the ladder-shaft.
Zackey, with the red earth of the mine still streaking his manly countenance, was rolled-up like a ball in his own bed in a dark recess of the room, and little Grace Maggot could be seen in the dim perspective of a closet, also sound asleep, in her own neat little bed, with her hair streaming over the pillow, and the "chet" reposing happily on her neck.
His energy of character was doubtless due to his reckless father, but his steadiness was the result of "Uncle Davy's" counsel and example. "Are you coming, Zackey?" shouted Penrose, from the end of the level. "Iss, I'm comin'," replied the boy, taking the fuse from the shelf, and hastening towards his companion.
So it was agreed that the men should sleep in the mine on boards, or on any dry part of the level, in order to save the time and energy lost in ascending and descending the long ladders, and thus make the most of their opportunity. It was further resolved that Zackey should be sent up for dry clothes, and bring them their meals regularly.
Mrs M was there, busy as a bee so was Zackey, so was little Grace, and so was the baby.
"He's a smart lad," observed Trezise, as Zackey gave his father an intelligent look, and dashed away at the top of his speed. "Iss, a clever cheeld," assented Maggot. "Bin down in the mines, I dessay?" said Trezise. "Iss, oh iss; he do knaw tin," replied Maggot with much gravity.
After the application of some cordial the unfortunate man began to revive, and the first words he uttered were, "Praise the Lord" evidently in reference to his life having been spared. "Is that you, Zackey?" he inquired after a few moments. "No, it is the doctor, my man. Do you feel much pain in your head?" he asked as he knelt beside him.
Whenever thee gets on the leeside o' that hedge, John, do 'ee clap on all sail for Balaswidden, where the boys are waitin', an' tell 'em to be ready for a call. I'll send Zackey, or wan o' the child'n to 'ee." John went off on his errand the moment he was out of sight of the boatsmen, and Maggot walked smartly to his cottage.
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