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'
But
he
's
hurt
very
bad
,
'
he
added
,
as
soon
as
he
could
make
himself
heard
again
.
'
Where
's
doctor
?
He
's
hurt
so
very
bad
,
sir
,
that
we
donno
how
to
get
him
up
.
'
They
all
consulted
together
,
and
looked
anxiously
at
the
surgeon
,
as
he
asked
some
questions
,
and
shook
his
head
on
receiving
the
replies
.
The
sun
was
setting
now
;
and
the
red
light
in
the
evening
sky
touched
every
face
there
,
and
caused
it
to
be
distinctly
seen
in
all
its
rapt
suspense
.
The
consultation
ended
in
the
men
returning
to
the
windlass
,
and
the
pitman
going
down
again
,
carrying
the
wine
and
some
other
small
matters
with
him
.
Then
the
other
man
came
up
.
In
the
meantime
,
under
the
surgeon
's
directions
,
some
men
brought
a
hurdle
,
on
which
others
made
a
thick
bed
of
spare
clothes
covered
with
loose
straw
,
while
he
himself
contrived
some
bandages
and
slings
from
shawls
and
handkerchiefs
.
As
these
were
made
,
they
were
hung
upon
an
arm
of
the
pitman
who
had
last
come
up
,
with
instructions
how
to
use
them
:
and
as
he
stood
,
shown
by
the
light
he
carried
,
leaning
his
powerful
loose
hand
upon
one
of
the
poles
,
and
sometimes
glancing
down
the
pit
,
and
sometimes
glancing
round
upon
the
people
,
he
was
not
the
least
conspicuous
figure
in
the
scene
.
It
was
dark
now
,
and
torches
were
kindled
.
It
appeared
from
the
little
this
man
said
to
those
about
him
,
which
was
quickly
repeated
all
over
the
circle
,
that
the
lost
man
had
fallen
upon
a
mass
of
crumbled
rubbish
with
which
the
pit
was
half
choked
up
,
and
that
his
fall
had
been
further
broken
by
some
jagged
earth
at
the
side
.
He
lay
upon
his
back
with
one
arm
doubled
under
him
,
and
according
to
his
own
belief
had
hardly
stirred
since
he
fell
,
except
that
he
had
moved
his
free
hand
to
a
side
pocket
,
in
which
he
remembered
to
have
some
bread
and
meat
(
of
which
he
had
swallowed
crumbs
)
,
and
had
likewise
scooped
up
a
little
water
in
it
now
and
then
.
He
had
come
straight
away
from
his
work
,
on
being
written
to
,
and
had
walked
the
whole
journey
;
and
was
on
his
way
to
Mr.
Bounderby
's
country
house
after
dark
,
when
he
fell
.
He
was
crossing
that
dangerous
country
at
such
a
dangerous
time
,
because
he
was
innocent
of
what
was
laid
to
his
charge
,
and
could
n't
rest
from
coming
the
nearest
way
to
deliver
himself
up
.
The
Old
Hell
Shaft
,
the
pitman
said
,
with
a
curse
upon
it
,
was
worthy
of
its
bad
name
to
the
last
;
for
though
Stephen
could
speak
now
,
he
believed
it
would
soon
be
found
to
have
mangled
the
life
out
of
him
.
When
all
was
ready
,
this
man
,
still
taking
his
last
hurried
charges
from
his
comrades
and
the
surgeon
after
the
windlass
had
begun
to
lower
him
,
disappeared
into
the
pit
.
The
rope
went
out
as
before
,
the
signal
was
made
as
before
,
and
the
windlass
stopped
.
No
man
removed
his
hand
from
it
now
.
Every
one
waited
with
his
grasp
set
,
and
his
body
bent
down
to
the
work
,
ready
to
reverse
and
wind
in
.
At
length
the
signal
was
given
,
and
all
the
ring
leaned
forward
.
For
,
now
,
the
rope
came
in
,
tightened
and
strained
to
its
utmost
as
it
appeared
,
and
the
men
turned
heavily
,
and
the
windlass
complained
.
It
was
scarcely
endurable
to
look
at
the
rope
,
and
think
of
its
giving
way
.
But
,
ring
after
ring
was
coiled
upon
the
barrel
of
the
windlass
safely
,
and
the
connecting
chains
appeared
,
and
finally
the
bucket
with
the
two
men
holding
on
at
the
sides
--
a
sight
to
make
the
head
swim
,
and
oppress
the
heart
--
and
tenderly
supporting
between
them
,
slung
and
tied
within
,
the
figure
of
a
poor
,
crushed
,
human
creature
.
A
low
murmur
of
pity
went
round
the
throng
,
and
the
women
wept
aloud
,
as
this
form
,
almost
without
form
,
was
moved
very
slowly
from
its
iron
deliverance
,
and
laid
upon
the
bed
of
straw
.
At
first
,
none
but
the
surgeon
went
close
to
it
.
He
did
what
he
could
in
its
adjustment
on
the
couch
,
but
the
best
that
he
could
do
was
to
cover
it
.
That
gently
done
,
he
called
to
him
Rachael
and
Sissy
.
And
at
that
time
the
pale
,
worn
,
patient
face
was
seen
looking
up
at
the
sky
,
with
the
broken
right
hand
lying
bare
on
the
outside
of
the
covering
garments
,
as
if
waiting
to
be
taken
by
another
hand
.
They
gave
him
drink
,
moistened
his
face
with
water
,
and
administered
some
drops
of
cordial
and
wine
.
Though
he
lay
quite
motionless
looking
up
at
the
sky
,
he
smiled
and
said
,
'
Rachael
.
'
She
stooped
down
on
the
grass
at
his
side
,
and
bent
over
him
until
her
eyes
were
between
his
and
the
sky
,
for
he
could
not
so
much
as
turn
them
to
look
at
her
.
