"He'll tell you where you can find Porter.

Bring the prospector to my office, if you like.

It isn't quite so noisy as the mill, and you can talk to better advantage." The super turned and went back.

Frank and his friends moved on to the ore platform, jumped to the top of it, and yelled their query at Bosley.
"Nick ?" the crusherman bawled, leaning for a moment on his shovel, and appraising the boys as well as he could.

"Oh, he's communin' with himself in the feed loft.