There are just two things that could save us--a strike of extra high-grade ore, or a sudden whim of investors to purchase western mining stock." He smiled in a wry fashion.

"I don't expect either of them." Weston sat still a moment, and then rose with an air of weariness.
"Well," he said, "I'm going back to the mine tomorrow.

We'll hold on as long as possible." He left; and a few minutes later Stirling came in.

He sat down and handed Wannop a cigar.
"Now," he said, "we have got to talk." "If you'd come a little earlier you'd have met Weston." "Yes," said Stirling, "that's just why I didn't.

Now, where's the trouble ?" "I'll tell you--though to some extent it's a breach of confidence.
It's the shortage of money, and the fact that our stock is tumbling down." "Tumbling down ?" Wannop smiled.