I alwyes said you 'ad a good 'ead on you! That's it.

Let's go back to the Blue Poppy." Back they went, once more to descend the shaft, once more to follow the trail along the drift toward the opening of the stope.

And there, where loose earth covered the place where a skeleton once had rested, Fairchild took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.
"Harry," he said, with a new determination, "this vein does n't look like much, and the mine looks worse.

From the viewpoint we 've got now of the Rodaine plans, there may not be a cent in it.

But if you're game, I'm game, and we'll work the thing until it breaks us." "You 've said it.