"You can't put up a bluff on that kind of man.

You don't know enough." The miner glanced at them again, with a little grim smile.
"Well," he said, "you may stay there until I've started the boys in the adit.

Then I will come back and talk to you." He moved away, and one of those he left relieved his feelings by hurling another stone which crashed upon the iron roof of the shanty.
"That's a hustler--a speeder-up," he said.

"You can't monkey with him." They waited for about an hour before the man came back, and, sitting down on a fir stump, called them up one by one.

Weston was reassured to see that each was despatched in turn to the log building where he presumed the tools were kept; but he and Grenfell were left to the last, and he was somewhat anxious when he walked toward the stump.