"Yes; I know that, of course. What we must begin to do, soon, is to sink the shaft deeper and then tunnel."
"That will cost a few thousand dollars, Tom."
"I know it. Come on, Harry. Get a shovel."
Tom himself snatched up a pick.
"What are you going to do, Tom?"
"Work. You and I are strong and enduring. We can save the wages of two workmen."
Both young engineers worked furiously that afternoon. Yet, when knocking-off time came, they had to admit that they had no better basis for hope.
"I wonder, Tom, if we'd better get out and hustle for Jobs?" Harry asked.
"You might, Harry. I'm going to stick."
Mr. Dunlop dropped in at camp, that evening, after dark.