The toil-worn miners were mostly silent, their dimly enlightened intellects uneasily stirred by the words they had lately heard-- their stubborn hearts full of a great hope with a minute misgiving at the back of it. With this dangerous material Geoffrey Horner proposed to play his game.
Suddenly a voice was raised.
'Mates,' it cried, at the cross-roads, 'let's go and smash Pleydell's windows!'
And a muttered acquiescence to the proposal swept through the moving mass like a sullen breeze through reeds.
The desire for action rustled among these men of few words and mighty arms.
Horner hurriedly consulted his colleagues. Was it wise to attempt to exert an authority which was merely nominal? The principles of Chartism were at this time to keep within the limits of the law, and yet to hint
