"'Ow it could 'ave caved in like that is more than I know.

I 'm sure we timbered it good." "And look--" Fairchild was beside him now, with his carbide--"how everything's torn, as though from an explosion." "It seems that wye.

But you can't tell.

Rock 'as an awful way of churning up things when it decides to turn loose.

All I know is we 've got a job cut out for us." There was only one thing to do,--turn back.