“Well, it may,” said Gwyn, thoughtfully. “Why shouldn’t it?”
“I don’t know why it shouldn’t, but it isn’t likely.”
“Why not, when the mine runs right under there.”
“What? Nonsense!”
“It does. I was down that part with Sam Hardock one day when the wind was blowing hard, and Sam could hear the waves beat and the big boulders rumble tumbling after as they fell back.”
“How horrid!” said Joe, looking at his companion with his face drawn in accord with his words. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Forgot all about it afterwards; never remembered it once till you began to talk like this.”
“But how strange!” said Joe.
“Oh, I don’t see why it should be strange. The old folks found a rich vein, and when they did they followed it up wherever it went; and that’s, of course, why it’s such a rambling old place. But that’s what old Dinass is after. He thinks that if he can find a new vein, he’ll get a reward.”
“What a game if he finds one running out through the rocks!”