"
"Oh, bother the hyenas," Tom retorted, impatiently. "I'm out
for business today. Coming, Mr. Dunlop?" The mine operator showed
signs of hanging back.
Harry promptly joined his chum at what was left of the little ledge.
After a few moments Mr. Dunlop, seeing that no shots were fired,
stepped over there also, followed by his nephew. Jim Ferrers climbed
a tree, holding his rifle and keeping his eyes open for a shot,
while Timmins threw himself behind a rock, watching in the direction
that the four men had taken.
"This looks even better than I had expected," Tom explained, his
eyes glowing as he held up fragments of rock. "You see, the dynamite
charge was a low-power one. It just splintered the rock. There
wasn't so very much driving force to the explosion. Another time
I could make the force even lower."
"Here's gold in this bit of rock!" cried Harry, turning, his eyes
sparkling.
"Yes; but not enough to look promising," replied Mr. Dunlop, after
examining the specimen.
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