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.
"A man went from here with a letter to you three days ago," he said,
"asking you to come down here and be married. I suppose he got drunk,
or had an accident, and didn't reach you. It had to be. I was needed
here--couldn't tell what would happen."
"It has happened out all right," said Dingley, "and this'll be the end of
it. You got them miners solid now. The strikers'll eat humble pie after
to-day."
"We'll be married to-day, just the same," the mine-boss said, as he gave
some brandy to the girl.
But the girl shook her head. She was thinking of a white petticoat in a
little house in the mountains. "I'm not going to be married to-day," she
said decisively.
"Well, to-morrow," said the mine-boss.
But the girl shook her head again. "To-day is tomorrow," she answered.
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