"We've got to give her quite a while yet." There was a reason for this.

The fumes of giant-powder are apt to prove overpowering in a confined space, and in case of some men the distressful effects they produce last for several hours; but when Weston filled his pipe he scattered a good deal of the tobacco he had shredded upon the ground.

A strike of really rich ore would, he knew, send the Grenfell Consolidated up, and he had worked since morning in a state of tense anticipation, for the signs had been propitious.

He contrived to sit still for some minutes, and then stood up resolutely.
"You may wait as long as you like," he said.

"I'm going back to the adit now." They went with him, Saunders expostulating and Devine carrying the lamp.