Here,
just let me call him."
Bartley made a faint gesture to forbid it, but Monckton pretended to take
that as an assent.
"Hy, Ben," he cried, "come here."
"No, no," cried Bartley, "I'll have nothing to do with him."
"Well," said Monckton, "then don't, but hear what he has got to say;
he'll tell you how easily accidents happen in a mine."
Then Burnley came in, but stood at some distance. Bartley turned his back
upon them both, and edged away from them a little; but Monckton stood
between the two men, determined to bring them together.
"Ben," said he, "Mr. Bartley takes you on again at my request, no thanks
to Mr. Hope."
"No, curse him; I know that."
"Talking of that, Ben, how was it that you got rid of that troublesome
overseer in the Welsh colliery?"
Ben started, and looked aghast for a moment, but soon recovered himself
and told his tale of blood with a strange mixture of satisfaction and
awe, washing his hands in the air nervously all the time.
"Well, you see, sir, we put some gun-cotton in a small canister, with a
fuse cut to last fowr minutes, and hid it in one of the old workings the
men had left; then they telt t' overseer they thowt t' water was coming
in by quickly.
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