Phoenix tribune., 1922-09-23


throughl' Rodaine was scowing at
him. Again Anita Richmond caught
his arm.
Maurice! Stop It! How could the
thing have been premeditated when he
di1n't even know your father? Come
let's go on. The crowds getting
thicker"
The narrow-faced man obeyed her
command, and together they turned
out into the street to avoid the con-
stantly growing throng, and to veer
toward the picture show.
Carbide lights had begun to appear
along the street, as miners summoned
by hurrying gossip mongers, came for.
ward to assist in the search for the
missing man. High above the gen
eral c0nglOmeratiOn Of voice could be
heard the cries Of the instigator of
activities, Sam Herbenfelder, bemoan-
ing the loss Of his diamond, ninety per
cent Of the cost Of which remained
to be paid. Hastily he shot through
the crowd, organizing the bucket bri.
gade and searching for news of the
Argonaut pump, which had not yet
arrived. Half-dIsgusted. Fairchlld
turned and started up the hill, few
miners their carbide lamps swinging
beside them, following him.
Fairchild turned at the entrance of
the mine and waited for the first of
the miners and the accompanying
CLEAN of his carbide. Then they went
within and to the shaft. the light
shining downward upon the oily, black
water below. Two objects 6oated
there, broken piece of timber, torn
from the side of the shaft, where
someone evidently had grasped hastily
at it in an effort to stop a fall, and
new, fOur-dented hat, gradually be-
coming watersOaked and sinking
slowly beneath the surface And then.
for the first time, fear clutched at
Fairchild's heart--fear which hope
could not ignore
There's his hat" 1t was miner
staring downward.
Fairchild had seen it, but he strove
W put dSlue tHc Thought.
''True," he answered. but anyone
could lose hat, simply by looking
over the edge of the shaft. Harry's
strong man. Certainly he would know
how to swim. And in any event he
should have been able to have kept
afioat for at least few minutes. Ro
daine says that he heard a shout and
ran right in here; but all that he
could see was ruffled water and float
ing hat. +" Then he paused sud
denly. 1t had come to him that Ro-
daine might have helped Ii. the demise
Of Harry
Shouts sounded from outside, and
the roaring of motor truck as 1t
made its slow, tOrtHous way up the
b0ulder-strewn read with Its gullies
and innumerable ruts. Voices came
rumbling and varied. Lights. Gain
ing the Iaouth y she tunnel, Fairchld
could see mass of shadows outlined
by the carbides, all following the lead
ership of a small, excited man, Sam
Herbenfelder, still seeking his dia-
nond
The big pump from the Argonaut
tunnel was aboard the truck, which
was followed by two other auto We.
hicles each loaded with gasoline en-
gines and smaller pumps. A hundred
men were in the crowd. all equipped
with ropes and buckets. Sam Herben-
felder's pleas had been heard. The
search was about to begin for TIE
body of Harry and the diamond thai
eircled one finger. And Fairchild has
'ened to do his part.
Until far into the night they worked
md strained to put the big pump into
position while crews of men, four and
five in group, bailed water as fast
as possible, that the aggregate might
be lessened to the greatest possible
extent before the pumps with THEN
hoses, were attached. Then the gaso.
line engines began to snort, great
lengths of tubing were let down into
the shaft, and squirting water started
down the mountain side as the task
Of unwatering the shaft began.