They lit their pipes, put a specimen of the coal on the table, and made it a kind of loadstone of thought and conversation.
"Of course," said Harry, "there will have to be a branch track built, and a 'switch-back' up the hill." "Yes, there will be no trouble about getting the money for that now.

We could sell-out tomorrow for a handsome sum.

That sort of coal doesn't go begging within a mile of a rail-road.

I wonder if Mr.Bolton' would rather sell out or work it ?" "Oh, work it," says Harry, "probably the whole mountain is coal now you've got to it." "Possibly it might not be much of a vein after all," suggested Philip.
"Possibly it is; I'll bet it's forty feet thick.

I told you.