If you ain't, the disappointment don't hurt so much.

So trot 'er out and let the old Undertaker have a look at 'er.

But I 'm telling you right at the start that it won't amount to much." Sobered now, Fairchild reached for his tobacco can, which had been stuffed full of every scrap of slime that he and 'Arry had been able to drag from the powder hole.

Evidently, his drill had been in the ore, whatever it was, for some time before he realized it; the can was heavy, exceedingly heavy, giving evidence of purity of something at least.

But Undertaker Chastine shook his head.
"Can't tell," he announced.