We don't know what happened, Harry--all we are sure of is that if it's what we 're--we 're afraid of, we 've gone too far now to turn back.

Don't you think that certain people would make an investigation if we should happen to quit the mine now ?" "The Rodaines!" "Exactly.

They would scent something, and within an hour they 'd be down in here, snooping around.

And how much worse would it be for them to tell the news--than for us!" "Nobody 'as to tell it--" Harry was staring at his carbide flare--"there 's a wye." "But we can't take it, Harry.

In my father's letter was the statement that he made only one mistake--that of fear.