"My partner and I drilled a hole in the foot wall of the stope where we were working, hoping to find the rest of a vein that was pinching out on us.

And we got this stuff.

Is it any good ?" "Is it good ?" Again Old Undertaker Chastine looked over his glasses.
"That's just the trouble.

It's too good--it's so good that it seems there's something funny about it.

Son, that stuff assays within a gram, almost, of the ore they 're taking out of the Silver Queen!" "What's that ?" Fairchild had leaped forward and grasped the other man by the shoulders, his eyes agleam, his whole being trembling with excitement.