Show me how you got through into the Red Hand workings, Dick.' Dick led him along the drive and pointed out the little heap covering the opening where he had broken through.
'Do you think that dirt's been touched by anyone since you piled it there ?' asked Downy.
'No,' said Dick, 'it seems jist the same.' 'Then the thief did not come that way.' The detective scattered the heap and examined the rough edges of the opening carefully.

'No cow hair there,' he said.

'We must hunt for that skin bag somewhere up aloft, Dick.' When Dick reached the surface he found Hardy, McKnight, and Peterson standing apart from the crowd, with elate faces, talking earnestly.
'She's a rich dyke,' McKnight was saying, 'an' she'll go plumb down to any depth.

We must get the pegs in at once, an' apply fer a lease.

She just misses Silver Stream ground, an' the ole Red Hand is forfeit long ago.