"Then, of course, you realize that for at least a hundred feet down
in the mine the rock that would be found would be the same."
"Undoubtedly."
"So, Harry, I was figuring on a way to blast ore rock out whenever
we should find refractory stuff down a shaft or in the galleries
or tunnels of a mine."
"Fine, isn't it?" retorted Hazelton. "A great scheme! You blast
out the rock and the force of the explosion shoots all the fine
particle of gold into the walls of the mine---just the way you'd
pepper a tree with birdshot!"
Mr. Dunlop had drawn close and now stood smiling broadly.
"That appears to be one on you, Reade," suggested the mine promoter.
"That's what I want to find out," returned Tom soberly; "whether
I'm a discoverer, or just a plain fool."
"What do you think about it?"
"Let's go and look at the ledge, and then I can tell you, sir,"
Reade answered, striding forward.
"Look out!" cautioned Joe Timmins. "Those hyenas will shoot.
They'll be sore over the trick you played on them, and they'll
be hiding waiting for a chance for a shot.
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