"Man alive,
we don't want to stop working. When a man stops working he may
as well consult the undertaker, for he's practically dead anyway.
What we want gold for is so that we can go on working on a bigger
scale than ever! And now, Harry, the name for our mine has come
to me."
"What are you going to call it?" Hazelton asked.
"With your consent, and Ferrers's, we'll name it the Ambition
Mine. That's just what the mine stands for with us, you know."
"The best name in the world," Harry declared.
"And now, young man," said Dr. Scott, addressing Hazelton, "I
want you to rest quietly while Tim Walsh sponges you off and the
cook is busy making some thin gruel for you. Reade, in order
to get you out of here I'll agree to go down in your mine with you."
Dr. Scott proved more than an interested spectator when he reached
the tunnel. He possessed considerable knowledge of ores.
"Yes; you have your bonanza here, Reade," declared the physician.
"Almost any ambition that money will gratify will soon be yours.
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