The Hope pioneer., 1922-11-23

as many miles instead Of feet. Then
with a shout Fairchild sprang for
ward, and went to his hands and
knees.
1t was there before him-all about
him-the black, heavy masses of lead
silver ore. great, heaping. five-ton
pile Of it where it had been thrown
out by the tremendous force of the
explosion. It seemed that the whole
great floor Of the cavern was covered
with it, and the workmen shouted with
Fairchild as they seized bits of the
precious black stuff and held 1t to the
light for closer examination,
"Look" The voice of one of them
was high and excited. "You can see
the fine streaks of silver sticking out !
It's high-grade and plenty Of It'll"
But Fairchild paid little attention.
He was playing in the stuff, throwing
1t In the air and letting it fall to the
floor of the cavern again, like boy
with new sack of marbles, or a child
with its building blocks. Five tons
and the night was not yet overt Five
tons, and the vein had not yet shown
its other side!
Back to work they went now. Again
through the hours the drills bit into
the rock walls, while the ore car clat-
tered along the tram line and while
the creaking Of the block and tackle
at the shaft seemed endless. In three
days, approximately forty tons Of ore
must come out of that mine-and work
must not cease.
Morning, and in spite of the Sleep
laden eyes, the heavy aching in his
head, the tired dropping of the shoul-
ders, Fairchild tramped to the board
ing house to notify Mother Howard
and ask for news Of Harry. There
had been none. Then he went on, to
walt by the door Of the Sampler until
Bittson. the owner, should appear, and
drag him away up the hill, even be-
fore he could open up for the morning.
'There it isl" he exclaimed, as he
led him to the entrance of the cham
Der. "There it is; take all you want
of it and assay it,"
Bittson went forward into the cross.
cut, where the men were drilling even
at new holes, and examined the vein.
Already 1t was three feet thick, and
there was still ore ahead. One of the
miners loked up.
"Just finishing up on the cross-cut,"
he announced, as he nodded toward his
drill. 'I've just bitten into the foot
wall on the other side. Looks to me
like the veins about five feet thick
as near as can measure it."
"And-" Bittson picked up a few
samples, examined them by the light
Of the carbides and tossed them away
-"you can see the silver sticking out.
I caught sight Of a couple Of pencil
threads Of it in one or two Of those
samples. All right, Boyl" he turned
to Fairchild. "What was that bargain
we made?"
1T was based on two hundred dol.
lars-a-ton ore. This may run above
or below. But whatever it is, I'll sell
all you can handle for the next three
days at fifty dollars. a ton under the
assay price,"
'You've said the word. The trucks
will be here in an hour If we have to
shovel a path all the way up Ken.
tucky gulch."
He hurried away then, while Fair.
child and the men followed him into
town and to their breakfast. Then,
recruiting new gang on the promise
Of payment at the end Of their three
day shift, Fairchild went back to the
mine. But the word had spread, and
others were there before him.
Already fifteen or twenty miners
were assembled about the opening Of
the Blue Poppy tunnel, awaiting per-
mission to enter, the usual rush upon
lucky mine to view its riches. Be-
hind him, Fairchild could see others
coming from Ohadi to take look at
the new strike, and his heart bounded
with happiness tinged with sorrow.
Harry was not there to enjoy it all;
Harry was gone, and In spite Of his
every effort, Fairchild had failed to
find him.
Some one brushed against him, ana
there came slight tug at his coat.
Fairchild looked downward to see
passing the form Of Anita Richmond.
A moment later she looked toward
him, but in her eyes there was no light
Of recognition, nothing to indicate that
she had just given him a signal Of
greeting and congratulation. And yet
Fairchild felt that she had. Then, alb
sently, he put his hand into his
pocket.
Something there caused his heart to
halt momentarily-a piece Of paper.
He crumpled it In his hand, he rubbed
his fingers over it wonderingly; it had
not been in his pocket before she had
passed him. Hurriedly he walked to
the far side Of the chamber and there,
pretending to examine q bit Of ore,
brought the missive from its place Of
secretion, to unfold It with trembling
fingers, then to stare at the words
which showed before him:
"Squint Rodaine is terribly worried
about something. Has been on an aw-
full rampage all morning. Something