THE COPPER-MINE The red sun had risen above the dusky firs on a shoulder of the range when Weston and his companions reached the copper-mine.

It consisted of an opening in the forest which clothed the hillside with the black mouth of an adit in the midst of it, and a few big mounds of debris, beside which stood a rude log shanty.

The men who had just come out of the latter gazed at the strangers with undemonstrative curiosity, and when, saying nothing, they, trooped away to work, the new arrivals sat down to wait until the mining captain should make his appearance.

In the meanwhile one of them amused himself by throwing stones at a smaller log building with a galvanized roof which stood among the firs.

He looked at the others for applause when he succeeded in hitting it.
"Let up," said a comrade.