A rough track led to it, winding some twenty feet above the stream, and up this track Fletcher Hill drove the two visitors on the evening of the day succeeding their arrival at Trelevan.
There was a deadness of atmosphere between those rocky walls that struck chill even to Adela's inconsequent soul. "What a ghastly place!" she commented. "I should think Ezekiel's valley of dry bones must have been something like this."
Harley met them at the door of his office with a smile in his crafty eyes. "Warden is waiting for you in the mine," he said to Fletcher. "His lambs have been a bit restless this afternoon. He has set his heart on a full-dress parade, but I don't know if it will come off."
Fletcher's black brows drew together. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded.
Harley shrugged his shoulders with a laugh. "You wait and see!"
The entrance to the mine yawned like an immense cavern in the rock. The roaring screech of the machines issuing from it made an inferno of sound from which, involuntarily, Dot shrank.
She looked at Hill appealingly as they drew near. He turned instantly to Harley.
"Go ahead, will you, and tell them to stop work? We can't hear ourselves speak in this."
"I'll come with you, Mr. Harley," said Adela, promptly. "I want to see the machines going."
Harley paused for a moment. "You know your way, Mr. Hill?" he said.
Hill nodded with a hint of impatience. "Yes, yes. I was here only the other day."
"Very good," said Harley. "But don't forget to turn to the right when you get down the steps. The other way is too steep for ladies."
He was gone with the words and Adela with him, openly delighted to have escaped from her solemn escort, and ready for any adventure that might present itself.
Dot looked after her for a moment, and then back at Hill. "She'll be all right, won't she?" she asked.
"Then shall we wait a minute till the noise stops?" she suggested.
Hill paused, though not very willingly. "There is nothing to be nervous about," he said.
She glanced at the cavernous opening with a little shudder. "I think it is a dreadful place," she said.
She saw him faintly smile. "I thought it didn't appeal much to you," he said.
She shivered. "Do you like it? But of course you do. You are interested in it. Isn't that grinding noise terrible? It makes me want to run away and hide."