The two last looked at him with evident discomfort and bewilderment.
"Here's a pretty go," said one.
"Aye, by th Lord Harry!" added the other. "How long's he bin here?"
"How long'st bin here?" demanded Lowrie, with another shake.
"Long enow to look fur a bird's nest an' not find it," said Jud, trying to speak stoutly.
The three exchanged glances and oaths.
"He's heerd ivvery word," said Lowrie, in a savage answer.
There was a moment's silence, and then Lowrie broke out again.
"Theer's on'y one road to stop his gab," he said. "Pitch him into th' mine, an' be dom'd to him. He shall na spoil th' job, if I ha' to swing fur it."
Nib gave a low whine, and Jud's heart leaped within him. Every lad in Riggan knew Dan Lowrie and feared him. There was not a soul within hearing, and people were not fond of visiting the mine at night, so if they chose to dispose of him in any way, they would have time and opportunity to do it without risk of being interfered with. But it happened that upon the present occasion Lowrie's friends were not as heated as himself. It was not a strictly personal grudge they were going to settle, and consequently some remnant of humanity got the better of them.
"Nay," said the youngest, "one's enow."
"Nay," Lowrie put in; "one's not enow fur me, if theer's another as is goin' to meddle. Summat's getten to be done, an' done quick."
"Mak' him promise to keep his mouth shut," sug-
