"Come on.

Let's forget 'oo they are and just be lookers-on." Fairchild agreed against his will.

Out of the shaft they went and on up the hill to where the townspeople again were gathering about the opening of the Silver Queen.

A few were going in.

Fairchild and 'Arry joined them.
A long walk, stooping most of the way, as the progress was made through the narrow, low-roofed tunnel; then a slight raise which traveled for a fair distance at an easy grade--at last to stop; and there before them, jammed between the rock, was the strike, a great, heavy streaking vein, nearly six feet wide, in which the ore stuck forth in tremendous chunks, embedded in a black background.