"
"I know it. Come on, Harry. Get a shovel."
Tom himself snatched up a pick.
"What are you going to do, Tom?"
"Work. You and I are strong and enduring. We can save the wages of
two workmen."
Both young engineers worked furiously that afternoon. Yet, when
knocking-off time came, they had to admit that they had no better
basis for hope.
"I wonder, Tom, if we'd better get out and hustle for Jobs?" Harry
asked.
"You might, Harry. I'm going to stick."
Mr. Dunlop dropped in at camp, that evening, after dark.
"You young men are doing nothing," said the mine promoter. "I
can use you a couple of months, if you'll stop this foolishness
here and come over to me."
"Why, I suppose Hazelton could go over and work for you, Mr. Dunlop,"
Tom suggested.
"That would be of no use. I need you both, but you, Reade, most
of all."
"I can't go to you now, Mr. Dunlop," Tom replied regretfully. "I'm
committed to the development of this piece of property, which is
only a third my property.
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