Handkerchiefs served for towels, and there was a lot of good-natured joshing as the chums dabbed away at their dripping faces.
"On the way back to the grub bag," Clancy finally remarked, "I move that we make a detour by way of the ledge and the professor's mine.

Let's make sure, Chip, that the claim is still there.

Maybe it has vanished, like the prof." The claim was found where it had been left, although some of the ore had vanished.

The shelf was gouged and disfigured as though some one had put down a blast, blown a hole in the vein, and then taken away a lot of the ore.
"By Jove," exclaimed Merry, "here's something else we might lay to Blunt.

I don't think, though, that he'd come here and steal any of the professor's ore." "I've got my own ideas about that," said Clancy.