The water would work right through that," he said.
He toiled on until the hole was a yard in depth, but the gravel he flung out was dry, and at length he stopped and sat on the side of the excavation, gasping.
"Nothing yet," he said.

"You're sure you struck it ?" "Yes," replied Weston, quietly, "I'm sure." Once more Devine seized the shovel, but in a moment he flung it down suddenly, with a sharp, glad cry.
"It's sluicing out!" Weston rose and strode to the edge of the hole.

There was a little water in the bottom of it, and this spread rapidly until it crept up about his comrade's boots.

In one place he could see a frothing, bubbling patch with an edge that was crystal clear.

Then Devine stooped and, filling his wide hat, held it up to him dripping.
"We're through with one trouble, anyway," he announced exultantly..