“About seventy-eight feet.”
“And the end not in sight!”
“Not yet, but of course it’s only a chamber.”
“You’ve taken out close on half a million here alone.”
“Pretty near. What the devil made you suppose I’d take a paltry hundred thousand for the hill?”
“Oh, just to avoid trouble. You have the reputation of being a very clever man.”
“Thanks. It’s cold standing round. Wouldn’t you like to take a walk? How’d you like to see the Primo Mine?”
As Gregory, who was watching him intently, anticipated, the man’s face lit up. “I should like it!” he said definitely. “I hear that they too have struck chalcopyrite. Lost their gold vein.”
“They’re nosing after it in another direction. When the lease is up I shall consolidate with the Blakes.”
“Quite natural. Of course it’s the same vein?—the chalcopyrite, I mean.”