"It's no use to try and fight our way into the drift through the hole," he heard one of the new-comers say, and recognized the voice as that of Cale Billings.
"Are you goin' to give up beat!"
"Not much. Inside of an hour we'll have fifty men here, and while the fools think we are trying to get in by the slope a tunnel can be made from one of the smaller cuttings."
"What good will that do?"
"If I ain't mistaken we shall come out on the second level where it'll be no more than child's play to get the best of both crowds."
"But suppose Wright has sent for soldiers? I heard he telegraphed to the governor."
"We'll be in possession of the mine, an' I reckon they'll be willin' to make terms with us, for a regiment couldn' drive us out."
"Well, what are you stoppin' here for?"
"I want to see where that boy is. We mustn't lose him yet awhile."
"He's in here."