Now I've got credit from a Vancouver wholesaler who takes a share in the store, and that will keep us in pork and flour, but the giant-powder and detonators in the shack yonder represent this syndicate's available capital.

I bought a big supply when I was in Vancouver, but there'll be no more to be had when they run out." "We'll go on until they do," said Weston, doggedly.
The next morning he laid his city clothes carefully aside, and borrowed from his comrades garments more adapted to the bush.

They certainly did not fit him, but that was a matter of no account, and when he had put them on he commenced work in very grim earnest.

He was hard pressed--up against it, as they say in that country--and every crashing blow he struck upon the drill was a relief to him.

Indeed, he worked with curious cold-blooded fury that wore out his comrades long before night came.