But he's a crusty old curmudgeon, and I never hanker much to have him around.

He's up in the head of the mill with Joe Bosley now.

Come on, Merriwell, and I'll show you and your friends where to find this precious prospector." The obliging superintendent got out of his comfortable chair and started along a camp trail that led up a steep incline.

Along the top of the rise showed one side of the mill glowing ruddily against the night sky.
Here there was a long, elevated platform upon which ore from the mine was unloaded.

A man could be seen moving spectrally around and shoveling ore into a crusher set in the mill wall.
Pardo paused, halfway up the low hill and drew Merriwell toward him.
"That's Bosley, the crusherman," said he.