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"Work, Syr," meddai'r ddau ar unwaith.

"Oh? And what can you do?"

"Anything you like, Syr," atebodd Gwyn, a'i lygaid mawr yn llawn eiddgarwch.

"Hm." Cuddiodd y dyn y wên a ddeuai i'w wyneb.

"What's your name?" gofynnodd i'r hynaf o'r ddau.

"Llew, Syr. Llew Ifans."

"And how old are you?"

"Thirteen, Syr, going fourteen. I started in the slate quarry last August, but only three months' work I had.

Then the strike came, and it's been on ever since, drawing on eight months now."

"Hm. Are you his brother?"

"Essyr," atebodd Gwyn.

"In school, I suppose?

Essyr. But the school will be broken in about a month . . .

"Broken?"

"Essyr, for the holides, Syr. A whole month, Syr, and I could come here to work for you then, Syr."

Syllodd y goruchwyliwr ar y ddau, gan sylwi ar eu gwisgoedd tlodaidd ac ar y difrifwch eiddgar yn eu hwynebau tenau, llwyd. Yr oedd yn ddrwg ganddo trostynt.

Pity, too, a great pity," meddai. "I could have done. with a couple of strong fellows like you a few weeks ago."

Gwthiodd Gwyn ei ên a'i frest allan, gan daflu golwg orchfygol ar ei frawd: cyn cychwyn buasai Llew'n ceisio'i gymell yn daer i aros gartref, gan haeru nad edrychai un cyflogwr ddwywaith arno.

"But I'm sacking men every week now," chwanegodd y dyn, "and we may have to close the mine before long. Yes, indeed, a great pity," meddai eilwaith. Tynnodd ei bwrs o'i boced.

"Where d'you come from?" gofynnodd.

"From Llechfaen, Syr," atebodd Llew.

"And we've walked all the way, Syr," meddai Gwyn.

"Here you are, here's a shilling each for you."

"Thank you, Syr, very much," meddai Llew.

"Thank you, Syr, very much," meddai Gwyn ar ei ôl.

"And now you must hurry back to the main road. That mist is moving down and it will be thick to-day. But you've