Jack, wotting that Eliza and his boys' inheritance were at stake, had taken this soldiering job more seriously than most. From time to time he had sallied ahead of the cart-train to look for ambushes. Twice he'd found rabbles of unemployed miners loitering sheepishly in narrow parts of the way, armed with pikes and cudgels, and gotten them to disperse by explaining Herr Geidel's plan to restore vigor to the silver mining business. In truth it wasn't his oratory that moved them out of the way so much as that he and his comrades were carrying flintlocks and pistols. Jack, who knew his wretches, could tell at a glance that these men weren't hungry enough, or persuasively led enough, to buy loot with their lives – particularly when the loot was brimstone, which, he reminded them, would be difficult to turn into silver – they'd have to lug it to a fair and sell it, unless there was an Alchemist among them. He did not mention that buried under the rubble of brimstone in one of Herr Geidel's wagons was a chest full of freshly minted Joachimsthalers. He did think about mentioning it, and then leading an ambush himself, but he knew that in that event he'd ride away without Eliza, the one woman in the world, or at least the only one he personally knew, capable of providing him with carnal satisfaction. He understood then why Herr Geidel had observed his conversations with Eliza so intently – trying to see whether Jack could be trusted. Apparently he'd concluded Eliza had Jack well in hand. This did not sit well with Jack – but he'd be rid of Herr Geidel soon enough, though not of Eliza.