"Where are you going, Tim?" called Tom, turning just in time to note big Walsh"s movements.
"Going to call Mr. Hazelton, sir."
"Don"t do it. Don"t get him stirred up for nothing."
"For nothing, boss?"
"Don"t bother Hazelton until we can tell him something more definite.
Boys, with all my heart I hope that we have something as good as we appear to have. But every man of you knows that, once in a while, gold is found abundantly in a few hundred pounds of rock, and then, from that point on, no more yellow is found. We won"t get excited until we get our first thousand dollars" worth out of the ground and have the smelter"s check in hand. We"ll hope---and pray---but we won"t cheer just yet."
"Humph! If you don"t want us to cheer, then what shall we do?"
demanded big Walsh.
"We"ll work!" Tom retorted energetically. "We"ll work as we never did before. We"ll keep things moving every minute of the time.
Back with you into the shaft and out into the tunnel! You hoist-men stand by for a big performance with the tub. Jennison, you may stay up from below and tote specimens for me. I shall be at the furnace until midnight at the least."
"I"ll tote for you till daylight, if the good streak only holds out," laughed Jennison, with glowing eyes.
"Come softly into the shack when you do come," Tom directed.
"I"m going to put Mr. Hazelton to bed, and I don"t want any one to wake him. When I play out tonight he"ll have to be fresh enough to take my place at the a.s.say bench and furnace."
Softly Tom entered their shack.
Harry lay fast asleep, breathing heavily.
"This won"t do, old fellow," spoke Tom gently, shaking his chum"s shoulder. "No; don"t wake up. Just get into bed. I may want to turn in later, and, when I do, I may have some work left over that I"ll want you to do."
"Anything up?" asked Harry drowsily.
"I"m going to be busy for a while, and then I want you to be,"
Tom answered.
He half pushed his chum toward the narrow bunk against the wall.
Drowsy Hazelton needed no urging, but stretched himself out in his bunk.
Tom drew the blankets up over him, adding:
"Don"t stir until I call you."
Hour after hour the men below in the mine sent up tub-lots of rock. Jim spent half of his time above ground, the rest below.
Jennison was busy bringing the best samples in to Reade, but he walked so softly that Harry slept peacefully on.
Still the yellow rock came up. None of it looked like the richest sort of ore, but it was good gold-bearing stuff, none the less.
Tom made many a.s.says. It was seven in the evening ere the excited miners would agree to knock off work for the day.
Then Tom quit and had supper with them. There was excitement in the air, but Tom still counseled patience.
"We"ll know more in a week than we do now," he urged.
"That"s all right, Mr. Reade," laughed Tim Walsh. "As long as you were hopeful we didn"t bring up enough yellow to pay for the dynamite we used in blasting. Now, boss, you"re begging us not to be hopeful, and the luck is changing."
"I"m not kicking against hopefulness," Tom objected, smiling.
"All I ask of you men is not to spend the whole year"s profits from the mine before we get even one load fit to haul to the smelter."
"We"ve got the ore dump started," retorted Jennison, "and we don"t have to haul stuff to the smelter. Boss, you can raise money enough without hauling a single load before spring."
"How?" Tom wanted to know.
"The banks at Dugout will lend you a small fraction of the value of the dump as soon as they"re satisfied that it has any value,"
Jim Ferrers explained.
"I didn"t know that," Tom admitted.
"Now you can understand why the boys are excited tonight. They know you"ll outfit the camp liberally enough if the yellow streak holds out."
"Outfit the camp liberally?" repeated Tom. "I"ll go just as far in that line as my partners will stand for."
"We want a bang-up Christmas dinner, you see, boss," Tim Walsh explained. "We wouldn"t have spoken of it if this streak hadn"t panned today. Now, we know we"re going to have doings on the ridge this winter."
"If the yellow rook holds out," Tom urged.
"Don"t say anything more in that strain, just now, Reade," whispered Jim. "If you do, and things go badly, the boys will think you"ve been the camp"s Jonah."
Tom went back to work in the partners" shack. Jim came in at ten and went to bed. It was midnight when Tom shook Harry by the shoulder.
"Time to get up, young man, and give me a rest," Tom announced.
Harry got drowsily out of his bunk.
"Why didn"t you call me before, Tom?"
"Well, to tell the truth, I was too busy. But now you may have a few hours" work all by yourself, while I turn in," drawled Reade.
"Tom, old fellow, there"s something up," discovered Hazelton, now studying his chum"s face keenly. "Out with it."
Then Tom told of the day"s luck, though he cautioned Harry against too soon growing elated.
"We"ll just wait and hope," Reade finished. "Now I"ll show you the work that"s on the bench."
The gold news had waked up Hazelton. He examined eagerly the a.s.say reports that Tom had filled out, then turned to the specimens that awaited his attention.
At six in the morning Reade was up again, nor did Harry turn in.
Both were present to inspect the first tub-lot of ore that came up the shaft. The yellow streak was continuing.
By the middle of the afternoon, however, the streak played out.
Though the men worked an hour overtime they did not succeed in sending up any more ore.
"Just one pocket?" wondered Tom. "Or does our vein run in scattered pockets?"