Denver smiled again dreamily as he dwelt upon her beauty, her hair like fine-spun gold, her eyes that mirrored every thought; and with it all, a something he could not name that made his heart leap and choke him. He could not speak when she first addressed him, his brain had gone into a whirl; and so he had sat there, like a great oaf of a miner, and refused to give her anything. It was rough, yet the Cornish seeress had required it; and doubtless, being a woman herself, she understood the feminine heart. At the end of his long reverie Denver sighed again, for the ways of astrologers were beyond him. In the morning he rose early, to muck out the rock and clear the tunnel for a new round of holes; and each time as he came out with a wheel-barrow full of waste he cocked his eye to the west. Bible-Back Murray would be coming over soon, if he was still at his camp around the hill. Yet the second day passed before he arrived, thundering in from the valley in his big, yellow car; and even then he made some purchases at the store before he came up to the mine. "Good morning!" he hailed cheerily, "they tell me you've struck ore. Well, well; how does the vein show up?" "'Bout the same," mumbled Denver and glanced at him curiously. He had expected a little fireworks. "About the same, eh?" repeated Murray, flicking his rebellious glass eye, which had a tendency to stare off to one side, "is this a sample of your ore? Well, I will say, it looks promising--would you mind if I go into the tunnel?" "Nope," returned Denver; and then, after a moment's pause: "How's that gun-man of yours getting along?" "Oh, Dave? He's all right. I'll ask you over sometime and let you get better acquainted." "Never mind," answered Denver, "I know him all I want to. And if I catch him on my ground I'll sure make him jump--I don't like the way he talked to me." "Well, he's rough, but he's good hearted," observed Murray pacifically. "I'm sorry he spoke to you that way--shall we go in now and look at the vein?" Denver grunted non-committally and led Murray into the tunnel, which had turned now to follow the ore. Whatever his game was it was too deep for Denver, so he looked on in watchful silence. Murray seemed well acquainted with mining--he looked at the foot-wall and hanging-wall and traced out the course of both veins; and then, without offering to take any samples, he turned and went out to the dump. "Yes, very good," he said, but without any enthusiasm, "it certainly looks very promising. Well, good day, Mr. Russell; much obliged." He started down the trail, leaving Denver staring, and then he turned hurriedly back. "Oh, by the way," he said, "I buy and sell ore. When you get enough sacked you might send it down by McGraw and I'll give you a credit at the store."