"
By the time the young engineers had reached their own camp, Harry,
whose face had been growing gradually "longer" on the walk, sank
to the ground in an attitude of dejection.
"Just our luck!" he growled. "Gage is right when he says that
claim is the best in this part of Nevada. And, just because we
were too slow, we lost it. Fortune, you know, Tom, knocks but
once at any man's door."
"I don't believe that," said Tom stoutly. "Harry, now that we've
made a start and lost, my mind is made up as to our course now.
I hope you'll agree with me."
"What is it?" Hazelton asked.
"Harry, old fellow, we'll turn mining engineers in earnest for
the present. We'll engineer our own mines, with Jim for a partner.
Harry, we'll get up our muscle with pickaxes. We'll stake our
fortunes on the turn of a pick!"
CHAPTER VIII
JIM FERRERS, PARTNER
"You mean it, do you?" asked Hazelton, after a pause of a few moments.
"I never meant anything more in my life!"
"Then, of course, I'll agree to it, Tom.
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