As the poisonous smoke was drifting slowly out of the tunnel mouth Denver fired up his forge and re-sharpened his drills; and then, along towards evening, when the fumes had become diffused, he went in to see what he had uncovered. Sometimes the vein widened or developed rich lenses, and sometimes it pinched down until the walls enclosed nothing but a narrow streak of talc; but always it dipped down, and that was a good sign, a prophecy of the true fissure vein to come. The ore that he mined now was a mere excrescence of the great ore-body he hoped to find, but each day the blanket-vein turned and dipped on itself until at last it folded over and led down. In a huge mass of rocks, stuck together by crystals of silica and stained by the action of acids, the silver and copper came together and intermingled at the fissure vent which had produced them both. Denver stared at it through the powder smoke, then he grabbed up some samples and went to see Bunker Hill. Not since that great day when Denver had struck the copper had Bunker shown any interest in the mine. He sat around the house listening to Drusilla while she practiced and opening the store for chance customers; but towards Denver he still maintained a grim-mouthed reserve, as if discouraging him from asking any favors. Perhaps the fact that Denver's money was all gone had a more or less direct bearing on the case; but though he was living on the last of his provisions Denver had refrained from asking for credit. His last shipment of powder and blacksmith's coal had cost twenty per cent more than he had figured and he had sent for a few more records; and after paying the two bills there was only some small change left in the wallet which had once bulged with greenbacks. But his pride was involved, for he had read Drusilla a lecture on the evils of being faint-hearted, so he had simply stopped buying at the little store and lived on what he had left. But now--well, with that fissure vein opened up and a solid body of ore in sight, he might reasonably demand the customary accommodations which all merchants accord to good customers. "Well, I've struck it," he said when he had Bunker in the store, "just take a look at _that_!" He handed over a specimen that was heavy with copper and Bunker squinted down his eyes. "Yes, looks good," he observed and handed it somberly back. "I've got four feet of it," announced Denver gloating over the specimens, "and the vein has turned and gone down. What's the chances for some grub now, on account? I'm going to ship that sacked ore." "Danged poor--with me," answered Bunker with decision. "You'd better try your luck with Murray." "Oh, boosting for Murray, eh?" remarked Denver sarcastically. "Well, I may take you up on that, but it's too far to walk now and I've been living on beans for a week. I guess I'm good for a few dollars' worth." "Sure you're good for it," agreed Bunker, "but that ain't the point. The question is--when will I get my money?"