“How’s that?” demanded his chum, quickly, with the air of “if you know all that just communicate a little of it to a tenderfoot like me, can’t you, Frank?”
“Oh! well, just because he doesn’t happen to look disappointed, for one thing. He’s found something that surprised him more or less. But we’ll soon know, Bob.”
CHAPTER XII
THE PATH ALONG THE CLIFF
A long, loud whistle sounded.
“What d’ye suppose that’s for?” asked Bob. “It came from the mine, didn’t it?”
“To be sure,” replied Frank. “And I reckon it’s a call for the men to get busy.”
“That would mean the new overseer is starting things again?” continued Bob.
“Well, it looks that way, as sure as anything,” his chum went on, with an air of satisfaction. “So we can take it for granted that the men believe things are going to come out all right; which they will, if I can make ’em.”
By this time they had arrived close to the spot where the trailer stood awaiting their arrival. As Mr. Riley had kept closer to Sim than had either of the boys, he was even then on the ground, looking down at something to which his attention had evidently been directed by the other.
Frank threw himself down, giving his chum the horses to care for.