The adit would dip a little.

The thing's quite certain." Weston once more became sensible of the misgivings that not infrequently had troubled him.

His comrade, he believed, really had been a famous mineralogist, but now he was a frail and broken man with a half-muddled brain who could not be trusted to keep the fire going beneath the pots while he cooked a meal.

He was also a prey to maudlin fancies, and it seemed quite possible that the mine was no more than a creation of his disordered imagination.

There were only two things that partly warranted his belief in it-a fragment of quartz, and the presence of the dead man on the lonely range, though Weston admitted that there was a certain probability of Grenfell's having deluded Verneille too.