hal never knew what percy said to cartwright that night; he only knew that when they arrived at the mine the superintendent was summoned to a consultation, and half an hour later percy emerged smiling, with the announcement that hal warner had been mistaken all along; the mine authorities had been making all possible haste to get the fan ready, with the intention of opening the mine at the earliest moment. the work was now completed, and in an hour or two the fan was to be started, and by morning there would be a chance of rescuers getting in. percy said this so innocently that for a moment hal wondered if percy himself might not believe it. hal's position as guest of course required that he should graciously pretend to believe it, consenting to appear as a fool before the rest of the company.

percy invited hal and billy keating to spend the night in the train; but this hal declined. he was too dirty, he said; besides, he wanted to be up at daylight, to be one of the first to go down the shaft. percy answered that the superintendent had vetoed this proposition—he did not want any one to go down but experienced men, who could take care of themselves. when there were so many on hand ready and eager to go, there was no need to imperil the lives of amateurs.

at the risk of seeming ungracious, hal declared that he would “hang around” and see them take the cover off the pit-mouth. there were mourning parties in some of the cabins, where women were gathered together who could not sleep, and it would be an act of charity to take them the good news.

hal and keating set out; they went first to the rafferties', and saw mrs. rafferty spring up and stare at them, and then scream aloud to the holy virgin, waking all the little rafferties to frightened clamour. when the woman had made sure that they really knew what they were talking about, she rushed out to spread the news, and so pretty soon the streets were alive with hurrying figures, and a crowd gathered once more at the pit-mouth.

hal and keating went on to jerry minetti's. out of a sense of loyalty to percy, hal did no more than repeat percy's own announcement, that it had been cartwright's intention all along to have the mine opened. it was funny to see the effect of this statement—the face with which jerry looked at hal! but they wasted no time in discussion; jerry slipped into his clothes and hurried with them to the pit-mouth.

sure enough, a gang was already tearing off the boards and canvas. never since hal had been in north valley had he seen men working with such a will! soon the great fan began to stir, and then to roar, and then to sing; and there was a crowd of a hundred people, roaring and singing also.

it would be some hours before anything more could be done; and suddenly hal realised that he was exhausted. he and billy keating went back to the minetti cabin, and spreading themselves a blanket on the floor, lay down with sighs of relief. as for billy, he was soon snoring; but to hal there came sudden reaction from all the excitement, and sleep was far from him.

an ocean of thoughts came flooding into his mind: the world outside, his world, which he had banished deliberately for several months, and which he had so suddenly been compelled to remember! it had seemed so simple, what he had set out to do that summer: to take another name, to become a member of another class, to live its life and think its thoughts, and then come back to his own world with a new and fascinating adventure to tell about! the possibility that his own world, the world of hal warner, might find him out as joe smith, the miner's buddy—that was a possibility which had never come to his mind. he was like a burglar, working away at a job in darkness, and suddenly finding the room flooded with light.

he had gone into the adventure, prepared to find things that would shock him; he had known that somehow, somewhere, he would have to fight the “system.” but he had never expected to find himself in the thick of the class-war, leading a charge upon the trenches of his own associates. nor was this the end, he knew; this war would not be settled by the winning of a trench! lying here in the darkness and silence, hal was realising what he had got himself in for. to employ another simile, he was a man who begins a flirtation on the street, and wakes up next morning to find himself married.

it was not that he had regrets for the course he had taken with percy. no other course had been thinkable. but while hal had known these north valley people for ten weeks, he had known the occupants of percy's car for as many years. so these latter personalities loomed large in his consciousness, and here in the darkness their thoughts about him, whether actively hostile or passively astonished, laid siege to the defences of his mind.

particularly he found himself wrestling with jessie arthur. her face rose up before him, appealing, yearning. she had one of those perfect faces, which irresistibly compel the soul of a man. her brown eyes, soft and shining, full of tenderness; her lips, quick to tremble with emotion; her skin like apple-blossoms, her hair with star-dust in it! hal was cynical enough about coal-operators and mine-guards, but it never occurred to him that jessie's soul might be anything but what these bodily charms implied. he was in love with her; and he was too young, too inexperienced in love to realise that underneath the sweetness of girlhood, so genuine and so lovable, might lie deep, unconscious cruelty, inherited and instinctive—the cruelty of caste, the hardness of worldly prejudice. a man has to come to middle age, and to suffer much, before he understands that the charms of women, those rare and magical perfections of eyes and teeth and hair, that softness of skin and delicacy of feature, have cost labour and care of many generations, and imply inevitably that life has been feral, that customs and conventions have been murderous and inhuman.

jessie had failed hal in his desperate emergency. but now he went over the scene, and told himself that the test had been an unfair one. he had known her since childhood, and loved her, and never before had he seen an act or heard a word that was not gracious and kind. but—so he told himself—she gave her sympathy to those she knew; and what chance had she ever had to know working-people? he must give her the chance; he must compel her, even against her will, to broaden her understanding of life! the process might hurt her, it might mar the unlined softness of her face, but nevertheless, it would be good for her—it would be a “growing pain”!

so, lying there in the darkness and silence, hal found himself absorbed in long conversation with his sweetheart. he escorted her about the camp, explaining things to her, introducing her to this one and that. he took others of his private-car friends and introduced them to his north valley friends. there were individuals who had qualities in common, and would surely hit it off! bob creston, for example, who was good at a “song and dance”—he would surely be interested in “blinky,” the vaudeville specialist of the camp! mrs. curtis, who liked cats, would find a bond of sisterhood with old mrs. nagle, who lived next door to the minettis, and kept five! and even vivie cass, who hated men who ate with their knives—she would be driven to murder by the table-manners of reminitsky's boarders, but she would take delight in “dago charlie,” the tobacco-chewing mule which had once been hal's pet! hal could hardly wait for daylight to come, so that he might begin these efforts at social amalgamation!