For
myself, I don't intend to quit as long as I can swing a dull pick
against a granite ledge."
"Then what did you come up for?" asked Harry dryly.
"Because there's nothing the men can do for the present, and I
wanted all hands to have a chance to get over their disappointment.
Jim, this snow-crust will bear the weight of a pony, won't it?"
"Why?"
"I must get to Dugout City."
"For what?"
"We haven't a big enough ore dump on which to borrow any money.
but I've an idea I can sell this nugget for enough to get another
good stock of dynamite."
"You don't want to try to get to Dugout today or tomorrow," replied
Ferrers slowly.
"But I must," Tom insisted. "Every hour's delay is worse than
wasted time. I must get to Dugout and back again as speedily
as possible."
"Hotel living is expensive in Dugout," remarked Jim.
"But I don't intend to stop at a hotel for more than one meal."
"Have you looked at the sky?"
It was Reade's turn to ask:
"Why?"
"Just go to the door and take a look at the sky," suggested Ferrers.
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