Suddenly he arose to his feet, and bent over the edge of the desk, and Westcott knew him--Enright! The man spoke earnestly, evidently arguing a point with emphasis, but the sound of his voice failed to penetrate to the ears of the listener without.

Desperately determined to learn what was being said, the miner thrust the heavy blade of his jack-knife beneath the ill-fitting window sash, and succeeded in noiselessly lifting it a scant half inch.
He bent lower, the speaker's voice clearly audible through the narrow opening.
"That isn't the point, Lacy," the tone smooth enough, yet containing a trace of anger.

"You are paid to do these things the way I plan.

This mining proposition is all right, but our important job just now is at the other end.

A false move at this time will not only cost us a fortune, but would send some of us to the pen.