The distressful stitch also was coming back into his side, and once or twice his companion cast an expostulating glance at him.
"You want to speed up," he said.

"Guess that boss of ours knows just how much the most is that a man can drill, and he has to do it or get out." Though it cost him an effort, Weston contrived to keep his companion going until the dinner hour arrived, and he found the work a little easier when he had eaten.

Still, he was perplexed about Grenfell, who did not understand what arrangement he had arrived at with the mine captain.

Grenfell spent the afternoon mending his own and some of Weston's clothes, which badly needed it, and the evening meal was over when the latter sat with the others outside the shanty wearing a jacket which his companion had sewed.

Grenfell, however, was not with them just then.