Every few days some promising-looking ore was
turned out, but it never came in sufficient quantities. None
of this ore had yet been moved toward Dugout City. There wasn't
enough of it to insure good results. Brilliant in streaks, still
the mine looked like a commercial fizzle.
"Hang it, the gold is down there!" grunted Tom, staring gloomily
at the big cut that had been blasted and dug out along the top
of the ridge.
"I'll be tremendously happy when you show me a little more of it,"
smiled Hazelton weakly.
"It's lower down," argued Tom. "We've got to dig deeper---and then
a lot deeper."
"On the capital that we have left?" ventured Harry.
"Oh, we may strike enough, any day, to stake us for a few weeks
longer," urged Tom.
"We'll soon have to be working in covered outs, where the frost
won't put up trouble for us, you know," Hazelton hinted.
"Yes; I know that, of course. What we must begin to do, soon, is to
sink the shaft deeper and then tunnel."
"That will cost a few thousand dollars, Tom.
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