The Vicar's People - Part 54
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"Oh, there's no 'zaggeration 'bout it," said the man. "I've kept an eye on it all ever since the mine was dried, just as you wished, and they was getting nothing but rubbish, till Amos Pengelly, who was always picking about, hit upon this vein."

"d.a.m.n Amos Pengelly!" cried Tregenna, savagely.

"To which I says `Amen,'" said the miner.

"Then the place will turn out immensely rich, and that fellow Trethick will make quite a fortune."

"Iss, sir, that's so," said the miner. "Master Penwynn and young miss come down in the cage to-night to see it, and young miss took hold of a pick that Master Trethick held for her, and chipped off a bit or two, and there was a lot of smiling atween 'em."

Tregenna's face turned ghastly white, and he changed his position so that the man should not see it; but the miner was keen enough to read him, and he went on, evidently glorying in the torture he was inflicting.

"Master Trethick took 'em back to the cage, and helped young miss in again, and went up with them, and him and Master Penwynn seemed wonderful thick together."

Tregenna's face was ashy now, and he made a motion with one hand for the man to desist, but he went on.

"It do seem hard, sir," he said, "when, after planting the mine on to Master Penwynn, believing it would half ruin him and do for that there Trethick, it should turn out all t'other way."

"How did you know I had any such thoughts?" cried Tregenna, fiercely.

"How did I know?" said the man, chuckling. "You know I arn't a fool, Mas'r Tregenna, or you wouldn't have set me to get work in that there mine, and report every thing to you."

For answer Tregenna unlocked a drawer in his table, and took out a packet of papers, neatly endorsed, and tied up with red tape.

"Look here, Lannoe," he said, shaking the papers at the man, "your tongue runs too fast, and you forget your position. You are a man of bad character whom I got off at the a.s.size for a crime that would have given you penal servitude. You can be a useful man; and when you came to me begging I gave you money and I got you work. Suppose, on further consideration of your case, I should find out that there was a little evidence left out that would convict you, and feel it my duty to make it known, so that the prosecution could have a new trial?"

"You wouldn't do that, Mas'r Tregenna, sir," growled the man. "I'm too useful to you. There, I'll hold my tongue."

"You had better," said Tregenna, who had now somewhat recovered himself.

"And so this mine's going to be enormously rich?"

"Not a doubt of it, sir, unless the water breaks in."

"Water breaks in? What, is the vein near the sea?"

"Goes right under it, sir," said the man, watching intently where the packet of papers was placed, Tregenna seeing it, and resolving to place them elsewhere. "You see, the people who failed seem to have driven right in there, till, finding nothing, they were afraid to go farther for fear of the sea breaking through."

"And might it not break through now?"

"Well, it might, sir; but Master Trethick's one of your clever, careful sort, and he'll take care that nothing goes wrong. He had the men busy with props, and struts, and planking all day long. There'll be no water break in there."

"Curse it, it's most unfortunate!" cried Tregenna, biting his nails.

"I'd have given any thing sooner than it should have turned out as it has."

"Hundred pound, p'r'aps," said Lannoe, looking at him sidewise.

"Yes, I'd have given a hundred pounds if the mine had turned out a failure."

"Hand it over," said the miner, abruptly.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you'd give a hundred pounds if that there mine turned out a complete failure, and I say hand it over."

"Look here, Lannoe," cried Tregenna, unable to contain his excitement, "can you--do you know--curse it, man, speak out!"

"What for? What's the good?" said the man, hoa.r.s.ely. "Hundred pounds-- hundred pounds. Give me the hundred pounds and you'll see."

Tregenna looked at him strangely.

"I don't pay for work until it's done," he said.

"And I don't work unless I'm paid," said the man, roughly.

"And suppose you break faith?"

"And suppose you get me tried all over again?" said Lannoe. "Look here, Master Tregenna, you're a gentleman, and I'm only a rough miner, but we are both on the same road. I arn't blind, so you may just as well speak plain. I know, you know, and speak plain, and don't hide it from you about Bess Prawle, and my being kicked off and threatened. You don't suppose I let Amos Pengelly half kill me when he threw me on the rocks without owing him for it and wanting to pay it back, even if I do work with him now all smooth? Why can't you speak plain too? I know, you know, about your wanting young miss, and the old man saying you shouldn't, and your Amos Pengelly--this here bullying, ordering Londoner--coming and throwing you. There, master, you'd better hand over that hundred pounds."

"And if I do?" said Tregenna, leaning forward, placing his elbows on the table as he faced Lannoe, and joined his hands carefully as if he were going to say his prayers.

"Wait and see," said the man. "You don't want to know, sir. You want to hear that Wheal Carnac's a failure, and I'm the man as can make it one. Now what do you say?"

Tregenna remained thinking for a time, with hate and revenge against cautiousness fighting for the mastery.

It was two to one, and cautiousness was beaten.

"I'll give you the hundred pounds, Lannoe," he said; "but I warn you that if you play me false I'll have the police on your track at once.

You may think think you could get away, or throw it back in my face that I set you to do something; but you could not get away, and my character would be set against yours if you brought any charge against me."

"Who's going to?" cried the man.

"And if it cost me a couple of thousand pounds, man, I'd have you in the dock."

"Don't I tell you I'd do any thing to pay Amos Pengelly, master. Hand over that money."

"I have not got it here," said Tregenna.

"What?"

"You don't suppose a gentleman keeps a hundred pounds always in his pocket, do you?"

"I should," said the man, grimly, "if I'd got it. Give us a bit o'

paper then to take to the bank to-morrow."

"Shall I tell the crier to go round and shout that I have given you a hundred pounds for some reason or another? Don't be a fool, man!"

"Give me notes, then," said Lannoe.

"Every one of which, if I had them, would be numbered as having been paid to me. No, Lannoe, I have given you my word that I will pay you; and, what is more," he cried, excitedly, "if--if, I say--you understand?