“I’ll go over and have a look at it tomorrow if you like. I fancy
you’re located too close to one of the faults. The trouble with you
amateur prospectors--or buyers of prospectors’ claims--is that you
don’t take a geologist out with you. You lose your heads over an assay
report on exceptional specimens. But I’d like to see for myself.”
“It’s no use,” said Whalen gloomily. “I have used up all my money in
that----” He had learned to swear in mining camp society, but he pulled
himself up hastily, “that hole.”
“If I think there is anything there I’ll grub-stake you. Nobody would
buy your claim, but somebody might jump it if you let it lapse, and I
want to know who my neighbours are. Have you patented it?”
“Not yet.”
“Spent five hundred dollars on it?”
“_Have_ I!”
“Well, I’ll look at it tomorrow, and if I think it’s good for anything
I’ll help you out. I am going to Helena in a day or two. Come along and
apply for your patent.”
“You are very kind.” Whalen felt repentant, and more grateful than he
had ever condescended to feel before. “I’ll expect you tomorrow.” He
inferred that he could best show his gratitude by taking himself off,
and rose. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Blake. This hour has been refreshing
and inspiring after my long absence from civilisation.”
“You must come soon again,” said Ora sweetly, as she marshalled him
out. “The best of luck.”
She went to her bedroom for a few moments, and when she returned wore
a soft tea gown made of several shades of woodland greens. She seated
herself in her favourite chair, straight, with a high carved back, and
took up her neglected embroidery. “Dinner will not be ready for half an
hour,” she said. “How long that little man did stay. I am glad you made
a friend of him, for I have always imagined that he could be venomous,
and before you came in he was by way of hating you. Now tell me the
surprise you have for the geologists and newspaper men on the second
level.”
And for the next three hours they talked of ores.
XVIII
“Give me your hand, Gregory. I am no coward, but this is the first time
I have ever been underground. My father would never permit it, nor my
mother after him.”
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