A small portable engine had already been fired, and all was ready
for turning on the steam drill.
Twenty minutes later a satisfactory boring had been made.
"Bring up the dynamite," called Tom.
"Are you going to pack the charge?" Harry inquired.
"Yes," nodded Tom, and received the stick of dynamite from the
miner who brought it.
While this was being made ready, Hazelton superintended the laying
of the wires to the magneto battery. All was soon in readiness.
"The red flag is up," Tom shouted.
The dynamite had been rather loosely tamped home, for young Reade
wanted to begin with light rending force and work up, through
successive blasts, to just the proper amount of force.
"Get back, everybody!" Reade called, and there was a flying of
feet. Tom was last to leave the spot. He ran over to where Harry
stood at a safe distance.
"Pump her up, Harry," nodded the young chief engineer.
"You watch me, and see just how I run this magneto," Hazelton
said to one of their men who stood near by.
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