You can be back by 10:30 to-morrow." "No 'e can't," it was Harry's interruption as he grasped a pencil and paper.

"I 've got a list of things a mile long for 'im to get.

We're going after this mine 'ammer and tongs now!" When noon came, Robert Fairchild, with his mysterious telegram, boarded the train for Denver, while in his pocket was a list demanding the outlay of nearly a thousand dollars: supplies of fuses, of dynamite, of drills, of a forge, of single and double jack sledges, of fulminate caps,--a little of everything that would be needed in the months to come, if he and 'Arry were to work the mine.

It was only a beginning, a small quantity of each article needed, part of which could be picked up in the junk yards at a reasonable figure, other things that would eat quickly into the estimate placed upon the total.

And with a capital already dwindling, it meant an expenditure which hurt, but which was necessary, nevertheless.
Slow, puffing and wheezing, the train made its way along Clear Creek canon, crawled across the newly built trestle which had been erected to take the place of that which had gone out with the spring flood of the milky creek, then jangled into Denver.