ing his
plans for the future. After listening attentively to all that his
guest chose to tell of himself, he said:

"It's plain, lad, thee's not been brought up to work, and knows nought
of mining; but thee's got head to learn and muscle to work with. So if
'ee wants job thee shall have it, or Mark Trefethen 'll know why. Now
I tell 'ee what. Bide along of us, and be certain of welcome. Take
to-morrow to look about, and by night I'll have news for you."

Gratefully accepting this invitation, the Oxford undergraduate slept
that night in a tiny chamber of the Trefethen cottage, from which he
shrewdly suspected Miss Nelly had been turned out to make room for
him.

The next day he went with his new-found friends to the mine, where, in
the "Dry," he saw the underground laborers change into their
red-stained working-suits. Then he watched them clamber, a dozen at a
time, into the great ore-cages and disappear with startling suddenness
down the black shaft into unknown depths of darkness. After all were
gone he spent some time in the "compressor-room" of the engine-house
with Tom, who was there on duty. The remainder of the day he passed in
wandering among shaft-houses, rock-crushers, ore-cars, and shops,
making close observations, asking questions, and gaining a deal of
information concerning the mining of copper.

That evening Mark Trefethen told him that he had made arrangements by
which he could, if he chose, go to work in the mine the following
morning. "Job's wi' timber gang, lad," he said, "in bottom level. It's
hard work and little pay at first--only one twenty-five the day--but
if 'ee's game for it, job's thine."

"I am game to try it, at any rate," replied the young man, gratefully,
"and will also try my best to prevent you from being ashamed of me."

"No fear, lad. Only fear is I'll be proud of thee, and lat others see
it, which would be very bad indeed. Now, I'll bate 'ee hasn't rag of
clothing fit for mine work."

"I have only what I am wearing," answered Peveril, who had left his
trunks in Hancock, "but I guess they will do until I can earn the
money to buy others more suitable."

[Illustration: PEVERIL GOES TO WORK]

"Do, lad! They'd be ruined forever in first five minutes. Besides,
thee'd be laughing-stock of whole mine, if 'ee went down dressed like
Jim Dandy. No, no; come along of me and I'll rig 'ee out proper."

So Peveril was taken to the company store, where, with Mark Trefethen
to vouch for