In the long, legal phraseology of the jury's report was the recommendation that this important subject be the first for inquiry by the next grand inquisitorial body to be convened,--and the threat still remained.
But before the two men were now realities which were worse even than threats, and Harry turned from his staging late one afternoon to voice the most important.
"We 'll start single-jacking to-morrow," he announced with a little sigh.

"In the 'anging wall." "You mean-- ?" "We can't do much more up 'ere.

It ain't worth it.

The vein 's pinched down until we ain't even getting day laborer's wages out of it--and it's October now." October! October--and winter on the way.

October--and only a month until the time when Harry must face a jury on four separate charges, any one of which might send him to Canon City for the rest of his days; Harry was young no longer.