But she would not let him stop.
He hurried on, reached the mine, and entered, shouting the name of his
friend. It was seven minutes to twelve.
A moment later, a half-dozen men came rushing from that portion of the
mine where Dingley had been told the machine was placed, and at their
head was Lawson, the man he had come to save.
The girl hastened on to meet them, but she grew faint and leaned against
a tree, scarce conscious. She was roused by voices.
"No, it wasn't me, it wasn't me that done it; it was a girl. Here she
is--Jenny Long! You got to thank her, Jake."
Jake! Jake! The girl awakened to full understanding now. Jake--what Jake?
She looked, then stumbled forward with a cry.
"Jake--it was my Jake!" she faltered. The mine-boss caught her in his
arms. "You, Jenny! It's you that's saved me!"
Suddenly there was a rumble as of thunder, and a cloud of dust and stone
rose from the Snowdrop Mine. The mine-boss tightened his arm round the
girl's waist. "That's what I missed, through him and you, Jenny," he
said.
"What was you doing here, and not at Selby, Jake?" she asked.
"They sent for me-to stop the trouble here."
"But what about our wedding to-day?" she asked with a frown.
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