A Final Threat
:
The Underground City
ON that day, in the colliery of New Aberfoyle, work was going on in the
usual regular way. In the distance could be heard the crash of great
charges of dynamite, by which the carboniferous rocks were blasted.
Here masses of coal were loosened by pick-ax and crowbar; there the
perforating machines, with their harsh grating, bored through the masses
of sandstone and schist.
Hollow, cavernous noises resounde
on all sides. Draughts of air rushed
along the ventilating galleries, and the wooden swing-doors slammed
beneath their violent gusts. In the lower tunnels, trains of trucks
kept passing along at the rate of fifteen miles an hour, while at their
approach electric bells warned the workmen to cower down in the refuge
places. Lifts went incessantly up and down, worked by powerful engines
on the surface of the soil. Coal Town was throughout brilliantly lighted
by the electric lamps at full power.
Mining operations were being carried on with the greatest activity; coal
was being piled incessantly into the trucks, which went in hundreds
to empty themselves into the corves at the bottom of the shaft. While
parties of miners who had labored during the night were taking needful
rest, the others worked without wasting an hour.
Old Simon Ford and Madge, having finished their dinner, were resting at
the door of their cottage. Simon smoked a good pipe of tobacco, and from
time to time the old couple spoke of Nell, of their boy, of Mr. Starr,
and wondered how they liked their trip to the surface of the earth.
Where would they be now? What would they be doing? How could they stay
so long away from the mine without feeling homesick?
Just then a terrific roaring noise was heard. It was like the sound of a
mighty cataract rushing down into the mine. The old people rose hastily.
They perceived at once that the waters of Loch Malcolm were rising. A
great wave, unfurling like a billow, swept up the bank and broke against
the walls of the cottage. Simon caught his wife in his arms, and carried
her to the upper part of their dwelling.
At the same moment, cries arose from all parts of Coal Town, which was
threatened by a sudden inundation. The inhabitants fled for safety to
the top of the schist rocks bordering the lake; terror spread in all
directions; whole families in frantic haste rushed towards the tunnel in
order to reach the upper regions of the pit.
It was feared that the sea had burst into the colliery, for its
galleries and passages penetrated as far as the Caledonian Canal. In
that case the entire excavation, vast as it was, would be completely
flooded. Not a single inhabitant of New Aberfoyle would escape death.
But when the foremost fugitives reached the entrance to the tunnel, they
encountered Simon Ford, who had quitted his cottage. "Stop, my friends,
stop!" shouted the old man; "if our town is to be overwhelmed, the
floods will rush faster than you can; no one can possibly escape. But
see! the waters are rising no further! it appears to me the danger is
over."
"And our comrades at the far end of the works--what about them?" cried
some of the miners.
"There is nothing to fear for them," replied Simon; "they are working on
a higher level than the bed of the loch."
It was soon evident that the old man was in the right. The sudden influx
of water had rushed to the very lowest bed of the vast mine, and its
only ultimate effect was to raise the level of Loch Malcolm a few feet.
Coal Town was uninjured, and it was reasonable to hope that no one had
perished in the flood of water which had descended to the depths of the
mine never yet penetrated by the workmen.
Simon and his men could not decide whether this inundation was owing to
the overflow of a subterranean sheet of water penetrating fissures in
the solid rock, or to some underground torrent breaking through its worn
bed, and precipitating itself to the lowest level of the mine. But that
very same evening they knew what to think about it, for the local papers
published an account of the marvelous phenomenon which Loch Katrine had
exhibited.
The surprising news was soon after confirmed by the four travelers, who,
returning with all possible speed to the cottage, learned with extreme
satisfaction that no serious damage was done in New Aberfoyle.
The bed of Loch Katrine had fairly given way. The waters had suddenly
broken through by an enormous fissure into the mine beneath. Of Sir
Walter Scott's favorite loch there was not left enough to wet the pretty
foot of the Lady of the Lake; all that remained was a pond of a few
acres at the further extremity.
This singular event made a profound sensation in the country. It was a
thing unheard of that a lake should in the space of a few minutes empty
itself, and disappear into the bowels of the earth. There was nothing
for it but to erase Loch Katrine from the map of Scotland until (by
public subscription) it could be refilled, care being of course taken,
in the first place, to stop the rent up tight. This catastrophe would
have been the death of Sir Walter Scott, had he still been in the world.
The accident was explicable when it was ascertained that, between the
bed of the lake and the vast cavity beneath, the geological strata
had become reduced to a thin layer, incapable of longer sustaining the
weight of water.
Now, although to most people this event seemed plainly due to natural
causes, yet to James Starr and his friends, Simon and Harry Ford, the
question constantly recurred, was it not rather to be attributed to
malevolence? Uneasy suspicions continually harassed their minds. Was
their evil genius about to renew his persecution of those who ventured
to work this rich mine?
At the cottage, some days later, James Starr thus discussed the matter
with the old man and his son: "Well, Simon," said he, "to my thinking
we must class this circumstance with the others for which we still seek
elucidation, although it is no doubt possible to explain it by natural
causes."
"I am quite of your mind, Mr. James," replied Simon, "but take my
advice, and say nothing about it; let us make all researches ourselves."
"Oh, I know the result of such research beforehand!" cried the engineer.
"And what will it be, then?"
"We shall find proofs of malevolence, but not the malefactor."
"But he exists! he is there! Where can he lie concealed? Is it possible
to conceive that the most depraved human being could, single-handed,
carry out an idea so infernal as that of bursting through the bed of a
lake? I believe I shall end by thinking, like Jack Ryan, that the evil
demon of the mine revenges himself on us for having invaded his domain."
Nell was allowed to hear as little as possible of these discussions.
Indeed, she showed no desire to enter into them, although it was very
evident that she shared in the anxieties of her adopted parents. The
melancholy in her countenance bore witness to much mental agitation.
It was at length resolved that James Starr, together with Simon and
Harry, should return to the scene of the disaster, and endeavor to
satisfy themselves as to the cause of it. They mentioned their project
to no one. To those unacquainted with the group of facts on which it
was based, the opinion of Starr and his friends could not fail to appear
wholly inadmissible.
A few days later, the three friends proceeded in a small boat to examine
the natural pillars on which had rested the solid earth forming the
basin of Loch Katrine. They discovered that they had been right in
suspecting that the massive columns had been undermined by blasting.
The blackened traces of explosion were to be seen, the waters having
subsided below the level of these mysterious operations Thus the fall of
a portion of the vast vaulted dome was proved to have been premeditated
by man, and by man's hand had it been effected.
"It is impossible to doubt it," said James Starr; "and who can say what
might not have happened had the sea, instead of a little loch, been let
in upon us?"
"You may well say that," cried the old overman, with a feeling of pride
in his beloved mine; "for nothing less than a sea would have drowned our
Aberfoyle. But, once more, what possible interest could any human being
have in the destruction of our works?"
"It is quite incomprehensible," replied James Starr. "This case is
something perfectly unlike that of a band of common criminals, who,
concealing themselves in dens and caves, go forth to rob and pillage the
surrounding country. The evil deeds of such men would certainly, in the
course of three years have betrayed their existence and lurking-places.
Neither can it be, as I sometimes used to think, that smugglers or
coiners carried on their illegal practices in some distant and unknown
corner of these prodigious caverns, and were consequently anxious to
drive us out of them. But no one coins false money or obtains contraband
goods only to conceal them!
"Yet it is clear that an implacable enemy has sworn the ruin of New
Aberfoyle, and that some interest urges him to seek in every possible
way to wreak his hatred upon us. He appears to be too weak to act
openly, and lays his schemes in secret; but displays such intelligence
as to render him a most formidable foe.
"My friends, he must understand better than we do the secrets of our
domain, since he has all this time eluded our vigilance. He must be
a man experienced in mining, skilled beyond the most skillful--that's
certain, Simon! We have proof enough of that.
"Let me see! Have you never had a personal enemy, to whom your
suspicions might point? Think well! There is such a thing as hatred
which time never softens. Go back to recollections of your earliest
days. What befalls us appears the work of a stern and patient will, and
to explain it demands every effort of thought and memory."
Simon did not answer immediately--his mind evidently engaged in a close
and candid survey of his past life. Presently, raising his head, "No,"
said he; "no! Heaven be my witness, neither Madge nor I have ever
injured anybody. We cannot believe that we have a single enemy in the
world."
"Ah! if Nell would only speak!" cried the engineer.
"Mr. Starr--and you, father," said Harry, "I do beg of you to keep
silence on this matter, and not to question my poor Nell. I know she
is very anxious and uneasy; and I feel positive that some great secret
painfully oppresses her heart. Either she knows nothing it would be of
any use for us to hear, or she considers it her duty to be silent. It is
impossible to doubt her affection for us--for all of us. If at a future
time she informs me of what she has hitherto concealed from us, you
shall know about it immediately."
"So be it, then, Harry," answered the engineer; "and yet I must say
Nell's silence, if she knows anything, is to me perfectly inexplicable."
Harry would have continued her defense; but the engineer stopped him,
saying, "All right, Harry; we promise to say no more about it to your
future wife."
"With my father's consent she shall be my wife without further delay."
"My boy," said old Simon, "your marriage shall take place this very day
month. Mr. Starr, will you undertake the part of Nell's father?"
"You may reckon upon me for that, Simon," answered the engineer.
They then returned to the cottage, but said not a word of the result of
their examinations in the mine, so that to the rest of its inhabitants,
the bursting in of the vaulted roof of the caverns continued to be
regarded as a mere accident. There was but a loch the less in Scotland.
Nell gradually resumed her customary duties, and Harry made good use of
her little visit to the upper air, in the instructions he gave her. She
enjoyed the recollections of life above ground, yet without regretting
it. The somber region she had loved as a child, and in which her wedded
life would be spent, was as dear to her as ever.
The approaching marriage created great excitement in New Aberfoyle. Good
wishes poured in on all sides, and foremost among them were Jack Ryan's.
He was detected busily practicing his best songs in preparation for the
great day, which was to be celebrated by the whole population of Coal
Town.
During the month preceding the wedding-day, there were more accidents
occurring in New Aberfoyle than had ever been known in the place. One
would have thought the approaching union of Harry and Nell actually
provoked one catastrophe after another. These misfortunes happened
chiefly at the further and lowest extremity of the works, and the cause
of them was always in some way mysterious.
Thus, for instance, the wood-work of a distant gallery was discovered to
be in flames, which were extinguished by Harry and his companions at the
risk of their lives, by employing engines filled with water and carbonic
acid, always kept ready in case of necessity. The lamp used by the
incendiary was found; but no clew whatever as to who he could be.
Another time an inundation took place in consequence of the stanchions
of a water-tank giving way; and Mr. Starr ascertained beyond a doubt
that these supports had first of all been partially sawn through. Harry,
who had been overseeing the works near the place at the time, was buried
in the falling rubbish, and narrowly escaped death.
A few days afterwards, on the steam tramway, a train of trucks, which
Harry was passing along, met with an obstacle on the rails, and was
overturned. It was then discovered that a beam had been laid across the
line. In short, events of this description became so numerous that
the miners were seized with a kind of panic, and it required all the
influence of their chiefs to keep them on the works.
"You would think that there was a whole band of these ruffians," Simon
kept saying, "and we can't lay hands on a single one of them."
Search was made in all directions. The county police were on the alert
night and day, yet discovered nothing. The evil intentions seeming
specially designed to injure Harry. Starr forbade him to venture alone
beyond the ordinary limits of the works.
They were equally careful of Nell, although, at Harry's entreaty, these
malicious attempts to do harm were concealed from her, because they
might remind her painfully of former times. Simon and Madge watched over
her by day and by night with a sort of stern solicitude. The poor
child yielded to their wishes, without a remark or a complaint. Did she
perceive that they acted with a view to her interest? Probably she did.
And on her part, she seemed to watch over others, and was never easy
unless all whom she loved were together in the cottage.
When Harry came home in the evening, she could not restrain expressions
of child-like joy, very unlike her usual manner, which was rather
reserved than demonstrative. As soon as day broke, she was astir before
anyone else, and her constant uneasiness lasted all day until the hour
of return home from work.
Harry became very anxious that their marriage should take place. He
thought that, when the irrevocable step was taken, malevolence would be
disarmed, and that Nell would never feel safe until she was his wife.
James Starr, Simon, and Madge, were all of the same opinion, and
everyone counted the intervening days, for everyone suffered from the
most uncomfortable forebodings.
It was perfectly evident that nothing relating to Nell was indifferent
to this hidden foe, whom it was impossible to meet or to avoid.
Therefore it seemed quite possible that the solemn act of her marriage
with Harry might be the occasion of some new and dreadful outbreak of
his hatred.
One morning, a week before the day appointed for the ceremony, Nell,
rising early, went out of the cottage before anyone else. No sooner had
she crossed the threshold than a cry of indescribable anguish escaped
her lips.
Her voice was heard throughout the dwelling; in a moment, Madge, Harry,
and Simon were at her side. Nell was pale as death, her countenance
agitated, her features expressing the utmost horror. Unable to speak,
her eyes were riveted on the door of the cottage, which she had just
opened.
With rigid fingers she pointed to the following words traced upon it
during the night: "Simon Ford, you have robbed me of the last vein in
our old pit. Harry, your son, has robbed me of Nell. Woe betide you! Woe
betide you all! Woe betide New Aberfoyle!--SILFAX."
"Silfax!" exclaimed Simon and Madge together.
"Who is this man?" demanded Harry, looking alternately at his father and
at the maiden.
"Silfax!" repeated Nell in tones of despair, "Silfax!"--and, murmuring
this name, her whole frame shuddering with fear and agitation, she was
borne away to her chamber by old Madge.
James Starr, hastening to the spot, read the threatening sentences again
and again.
"The hand which traced these lines," said he at length, "is the same
which wrote me the letter contradicting yours, Simon. The man calls
himself Silfax. I see by your troubled manner that you know him. Who is
this Silfax?"