No, there is no use trying to run him down to-night--a hundred men couldn't do it.

What's that, Moore?
Go on to the shaft-house, and let Dan fix you up.

No, we won't need any guard.
That fellow will never come back here again to-night.

Come on, boys." The door closed behind them, shutting out the yellow glow, and leaving the hillside black and lonely.

A bucket of rock rattled onto the dump, and Moore, limping painfully, swearing with every step, clambered up the dark trail toward the shaft-house.
Miss Donovan did not go down to supper.