It was by no means the first time they had slept out in the open in the frost or rain, and fed on wet, unwarmed food.
In due time they reached the settlement on the railroad; and, after delivering the remaining bags of ore to the station-agent and leaving the freighter with his horses, Weston went back along the trail with Devine.

Descending the gully in clear daylight, they reached the Grenfell camp without misadventure.
It was some time later when the freighter, coming up by the other route, with provisions, brought them a letter.

It was from the manager of the reducing plant, who stated that the yield of the ore sent him for treatment was eminently satisfactory, and he enclosed a certificate with particulars, as they had requested.

Probably with a view to further business he also offered to purchase any of the Grenfell shares they might have to dispose of.
Saunders' eyes gleamed as he handed the certificate around.
"I guess that's going to send our stock up with a bang," he said.
"We'll put it right into Wannop's hands, so he can get a notice of the new mineral field into the papers.

The smelter man doesn't seem to know that the last news we had was that the Grenfell stock was tumbling down, but when he's open to buy it's a sure thing that he figures it will soon stand at a big premium." Then he waved his hand impressively.
"After what Weston has told us, boys, you want to get hold of the significance of that.