"Well, this is most unexpected," said Reed warmly. "Here, Sturgess, I shall come over again to-morrow about eleven. Be here with the men, and you had better bring a couple of lanthorns."

"Hadn't I better come on to put you in the right road?"

"What! Oh, no! I shall manage. That will do." The man turned away with the look upon his countenance intensifying; but it was not observed, for Reed walked off in company with his new acquaintance, the pair chatting away as if they had known each other for years.

"Quite gave me a scare," said the Major. "Life here is so uneventful.

Very beautiful, but lonely, especially in the winter."

"But you do not stay here in the winter?"

"Oh yes; I have lived here ten years now."

"No accounting for taste," thought Reed; and he glanced sidewise at his companion, but learned nothing. He only saw a quiet-looking country gentleman, whose sun-browned face told of an open-air life.

Sturgess followed them to the great natural gateway at the end of the chasm, where he had stood some days before, but not alone; and he now remained watching them as they went on westward along the narrow path, and round by the huge b.u.t.tress formed by the refuse of the mine, carried and cast down there for hundreds upon hundreds of years. Then as they pa.s.sed on out of sight, the man raised one of his fingers to his lips, and began gnawing roughly at the side of the nail, till he seemed to make up his mind, and took a step or two forward after them, next stopped short again, for a hail came from behind.

"Coming on down to the village, Mr Sturgess?"

He turned and faced one of the two men, and nodded, walking away with him in the other direction, taciturn and strange, answering his companion in monosyllables, and with his thoughts evidently far away.

Not so very, though, for they were with Clive Reed, and promised him no good.

"So you have been examining the old `White Virgin' mine, eh?" said Major Gurdon. "I heard it was sold. A new company, eh?"

"Yes," said Reed, smiling; "a new company--a solid one."

"Eh? I hope so. But if I had to go in for a mining adventure, I think I should begin here with the material the old miners cast away as rubbish." He pointed to the great b.u.t.tress they were skirting. "There it is, already extracted from the mountain, and though poor, rich enough, I should say, to pay a company if worked with modern appliances."

"You understand these things?" said Reed, looking at his elderly companion searchingly, and noting how deeply lined his brow seemed, and that care and sorrow more than age had given him his hollow-cheeked, anxious air.

"A man who likes geology, mineralogy, and who always lives among these hills, cannot help picking up a little mining lore," said the Major, with a smile. "I have searched and toiled, my dear sir--much loss and little gain. I hope yours may prove to be a successful venture."

"Let's hope so," said Reed quietly. "All mining is speculative, and in speculative matters there must be losses as well as gains."

"And after all, what does it amount to, my young friend? The chase of a will o' the wisp who bears a golden lamp not worth the winning, you will say when you grow as old as I. But there, I shall bore you with this twaddle. What do you say to that for a view? Derbyshire in front; broad, honest, hardworking old Yorkshire away to your right; at your feet the Swirl--my river, I call it."

"A lovely prospect, but rather wild," said Reed, smiling.

"Say savage, and you will be nearer the truth; but I can show you something a little less stern;" and, chatting away pleasantly, he led on along first one slope and then another, till at last they came down upon a narrow track beside a rippling stream, shut in between two perpendicular walls of rock, draped with ivy, and with every cleft and crevice green and bright with trailing birch, moss, and cl.u.s.tering fern.

The water of the little river ran swiftly babbling here among the rocks, there swirling round, eddying and forming whirlpools, one of which, across the river where it washed the perpendicular rock, was evidently very deep, for the water gradually subsided there and grew still and gla.s.sy, reflecting the ivy-curtained walls as it slowly glided round.

"Ah! this is delightful," cried Reed, as he stopped to gaze at the glancing waters, where the sun made the ripples dazzling to the eye, and then turned to the deep shadows. "Eden may have been lovely, but this would be good enough for a poor commonplace nineteenth-century fellow like myself."

"You like it?" said the Major, smiling.

"It's glorious. Is there much of it like this?"

"About a mile. I call it my river here, and the mining men respect my rights generally--that is, unless the trout they catch sight of in some pool is a very fat one indeed."

He said this with a peculiar smile, as he met Reed's eye.

"Not bad fellows, the miners, but I don't quite take to your guardian of the mine."

"I suppose not," said Reed. "He is rather a rough customer, but he was recommended to my father for his knowledge of underground work.--You have plenty of trout here, I suppose?"

"Oh yes, and I take toll of them all along this stretch of river.

Possession is nine points of the law, but I really have only my right on one side as far as my bit of property extends."

"Ah! you have an estate along here?"

"Yes, and I am glad to meet my neighbours, sir. My rough piece of mountain is bounded by the river along here from the corner we just pa.s.sed, and on another side by the mine land of your Company--the old `White Virgin' estate. A worthless stretch of barren rock and ravine; but I bought it for the sake of this piece of river fifteen years ago.

A place to retire to, my dear sir, suitable for a man weary of the world, and one of whom the world had had enough."

His face was overcast as he spoke, and he frowned heavily, while Reed noticed the sad, careworn aspect of the man, who looked as if he had suffered from some terrible trouble--that which had so deeply lined his face. But it brightened up again directly, as Reed hung back to admire the lovely meandering stream.

"You do like it?" said the Major.

"Like it, my dear sir! If I were not a busy man, bound to go on carving my way, it is just the place where I should like to come and dream away my days."

"Do you care for fishing?"

"Oh yes."

"Then, as we are neighbours, if you come much to the mine, I shall at any time be glad to show you a few good places where you can throw a fly."

"Some day I shall certainly ask you," said Reed frankly; "not often, I have no time."

"Whenever you like, and you will be welcome, Mr Reed; for--excuse me--I like you."

"So soon," said Reed, raising his eyebrows.

"The liking of one man for another comes at once, sir, I think, and seldom errs," said the Major gravely. "You will be welcome if you can content yourself with cottage fare and our simplicity. This is my little home."

Reed stopped short astonished, for they had turned a sharp corner of the rugged wall of rock which towered up, and came suddenly upon a sheltered nook, which ran from the river-side right up into the mountains. There was but one level s.p.a.ce of about half an acre; the rest was knoll, crag, mound, and rift, a natural garden full of waving birch, shrubs, evergreens, and flowers all growing in wild luxuriance, with myrtle, fuchsia, hydrangea, and geranium, developing into trees more than plants, showing how sheltered the place must be, how warm and suited to their lives. There was no ugly fence, but moss and ivy covered walls of rugged stone, placed here and there as a protection from wandering sheep, while on the level patch, quaintly built of limestone, thatched, porched with rugged wood, its windows embayed, and the whole covered with wistaria, myrtle, and creeping plants, which fought for a hold upon the walls, stood a cottage, out of whose porch Dinah Gurdon, pale of face, anxious-looking, and troubled, came slowly down.

"Welcome to the wilderness, Mr Reed," said the Major, smiling sadly, as he noted the young man's enthusiastic look of admiration; and then frowning slightly as he saw a wondering look when the figure in white came toward them from the porch. "My daughter, sir. Dinah, my child, I bring a guest to partake of our poor hospitality this evening. Don't look so pale and frightened, my dear. Mr Reed is, I am glad to say, a deceiver. There was no cause for alarm, and his aspect is only due to a long journey underground. He is not hurt."

"I--I am very glad," said Dinah, holding out her hand, which was eagerly taken, and then shrinking as she encountered Clive Reed's eager look.

"The men brought such startling news."

"That we were prepared to turn your bedroom into a cottage hospital, Mr Reed, and send off twelve miles for a doctor," said the Major, as he saw his child's large dark eyes sink beneath their visitor's gaze, and a couple of red spots begin to glow in her pale cheeks. "Now, Dinah, my child, Mr Reed must be shown to his room, and let's have your colour back. My daughter is a little unwell, Mr Reed. She was crossing the mountain the other day, coming back from Bedale, and as she pa.s.sed over one of the ragged pieces by your mine, she had an ugly fall."

"Not serious, I hope?" said Reed, with a look of interest, and his searching eyes once more met those of the pale, intense countenance before them, eyes so full of shrinking horror and fear, that though he could not read them, Clive Reed wondered at their expression, as a flow of crimson suffused the cheeks, rising right up to the forehead, and then died out, leaving the girl deadly pale.

The Major waited, as if expecting that his child would speak, but as she remained silent, he said gravely--

"No; she a.s.sures me that it was not serious, but she came back looking horribly startled. It was quite a shock to the system, from which she has not quite recovered yet. Now, Mr Reed, Martha will show you your room."

Reed took a step forward, to find Martha, the hardest-looking, harshest-faced woman of forty he had ever seen, waiting to lead the way.