"I don't stir out of here until sun-up!" Then he tore off his tattered shirt and stood up, stripped to the waist.
"Get hold of the drill," he said, hoarsely.

"You've got to work to-night." Saunders remembered that night long afterward.

For the first half-hour he was troubled by a distressful faintness; and when that passed off, as the air grew clearer, his back and arms commenced to ache unpleasantly.

He already had toiled since soon after sunrise; but Weston, too, had done so, and he, at least, seemed impervious to fatigue.

So intent was he that every now and then he swung the heavy hammer long after his turn had run out, without asking for relief; and Saunders judiciously permitted him to undertake the more arduous task.
By and by, however, Devine crept back to join them, and, when at length morning broke and the mouth of the adit glimmered faintly, Weston glanced at his bleeding hands as he flung down the hammer.
"I suppose we'll have to let up for an hour or two," he said reluctantly.
Saunders staggered when they reached the open air, and Weston seemed to have some difficulty in straightening himself, but they got breakfast, and afterward lay smoking beside the fire, almost too stiff to move.