“And tell him, boys,” said the Major, “that he is to do your recommendation credit.”
“Yes, of course,” came in duet, and the boys hurried out to look for Dinass and tell him their news.
“Thank ye, my lads,” he said, smiling grimly. “I’ll stay, and won’t forget it.”
That night Dinass wrote a letter to somebody he knew—an ill-spelt letter in a clumsy, schoolboyish hand; but it contained the information that the old mine was rich beyond belief, and that he was beginning to see his way.
Gwyn did not know it then, but he had committed one of the great errors of his life.
Chapter Thirty Eight.
Sam Hardock brings News.
Time went on, and at the end of a year Ydoll Mine was in working order, with a good staff, the best of machinery for raising the ore, a man-engine for the work-people’s ascent and descent, a battery of stamps to keep up an incessant rattle as the heavily-laden piles crushed the pieces of quartz, and in addition a solid-looking building with its furnaces for smelting the tin.