Fairchild was almost grateful for the fact as he went back into the tunnel, spun the flywheels of the gasoline engines and started them revolving again, that the last of the water might be drained from the shaft before the pumps must be returned to their owners.
Several hours passed, then Harry returned, minus his gorgeous clothing and his diamond ring, dressed in mining costume now, with high leather boots into which his trousers were tucked, and carrying a carbide lantern.

Dolefully he looked at the vacant finger where once a diamond had sparkled.

Then he chuckled.
"Sam took it back," he announced.

"And I took part of the money and paid it out for rent on these pumps.

We can keep 'em as long as we want 'em.