When the men began to laugh Harry suddenly discovered the joke.
"That's all right, Jim," growled Harry. "But I know something that would tickle you."
"A feather, or a straw," mocked Ferrers.
"No! A crowbar!" grunted Hazelton making a reach for a tool of that description.
Jim hastily jumped out of the way as Harry balanced the bar.
"Go and tell the men about the 'new one' you heard, Jim," laughed Tom. "By the time you get back Harry will have the joke pried loose with that bar of his."
"'Heard a new one'!" grunted Harry. But his look of disgust was because it had taken him so long to penetrate the "sell."
CHAPTER XVIII
THE GODDESS OF FORTUNE SMILES WISTFULLY
"Haul away!" called Jim, from the bottom of the shaft.