"That shaft's two 'unnerd feet deep and there 's a drift running off it for a couple o' 'unnerd feet more before it 'its the vein.

Four 'unnerd feet of water.

'Ow much money 'ave you got ?" "About twenty-five hundred dollars." Harry reached for his waving mustache, his haven in time of storm.
Thoughtfully he pulled at it, staring meanwhile downward.

Then he grunted.
"And I ain't got more 'n five 'unnerd.

It ain't enough.