He opened the door softly, peeping in. Feeling
the draught Tim Walsh turned and came to the door.
"Mr. Hazelton is doing all right, sir."
"Has he asked for me?"
"No, sir."
"If he does, tell him that I'm putting in all night at the mine.
If he gets worse run over and get me."
Then Tom went back to his labors.
Dolph Gage and his fellow rascals, owing to their haste, and also
to the fact that they did not know as much as they thought they
did about laying and tamping blasts, had not done as much harm
as they had planned.
By the time that the miners had dug down some four feet, sending
up the dirt in the hoist-tub, they came to the opening of the
tunnel. Thus encouraged, they worked faster than ever, until
a new shift was sent down the repaired ladders to relieve them.
By daylight the men, changing every two hours for fresher details,
were well into the tunnel.
Here, for some yards, the tunnel was somewhat choked. After this
semi-obstruction had been cleared away, Tom Reade was able to
lead his men for some distance down the tunnel.
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