I don't know what it's going to do now--it may quit altogether." "But we 're going to keep at it, Harry, sink or swim." "You know it!" "The Rodaines have hit--maybe we can have some good luck too." "The Rodaines ?" Harry stared.

"'It what ?" "Two hundred dollar a ton ore!" A long whistle.

Then Harry, who had been balancing a single jack, preparatory to going back to his work, threw it aside and began to roll down his sleeves.
"We 're going to 'ave a look at it." "A look?
What good would it-- ?" "A cat can look at a king," said Harry.

"They can't arrest us for going up there like everybody else." "But to go there and ask them to look at their riches--" "There ain't no law against it!" He reached for his carbide lamp, hooked to a small chink of the hanging wall, and then pulled his hat over his bulging forehead.

Carefully he attempted to smooth his straying mustache, and failing, as always, gave up the job.
"I 'd be 'appy, just to look at it," he announced.