"Boy," he said, "they're a-givin' us a right fast run for our money; but we ain't whipped yet--not by a long way! And if they do, well, it's a mighty big world, with mighty big mountains, and we'll strike it yet; but they haven't cleaned us out of the Cross, and can't as long as you and me are both kickin.' They've got poor old Bells. They've tried to hand us a strike. They've blown our reservoir so's we can't work the mill until another spring passes over; and yet we're still here, and the Croix d'Or is still there, off under the peak that's holdin' it down." He waved his arm above in a broad gesture, and Dick took heart as they turned back toward the mine, calculating whether they could find a means of opening it underground to pay; whether they would need as many men as they had, and other troublesome details. CHAPTER XIII THE DYNAMITER The men of the Croix d'Or slowly made their way upward toward the higher crest of the range, spread out in an impatient fan whose narrow point was made up of the three experienced men. At times the trail was almost lost in the carpet of pine needles and heavy growths of mountain grass, and again it would show plainly over long stretches where the earth was exposed. It dipped down over a crest and sought a hollow in which ran a mountain stream, spread out over a rocky bed and running swiftly. At its bank they paused. It was plain that their man had taken to the water to retard pursuit, if such came. The millman threw up his hand and called the others around him. "Before we go any farther," he said, "let's find out how many shooting irons are in this crowd. We may need 'em." The men looked blankly at one another, expressing by their actions the fact that in all the party there was not one who possessed a weapon. "Then it seems to me the best thing to do is for one man to go back to the mine and get some," said Rogers, assuming leadership. "Who ever goes will find my gun hanging up at the head of my bunk in a holster. Bring that and the belt. There's cartridges in it." One after another told where a weapon might be found, and two men volunteered to return for them. It was agreed that the others were to keep on and that after leaving the stream men were to be posted at intervals to guide the messengers as they came up. Rogers proved something of a general in the disposition of his little army, and then, with Sinclair on one bank of the stream and Chloride on the other, he plunged into the water and began an up-stream course. "It stands to reason," he argued, "that our man didn't go down stream unless it was for a blind. He wouldn't double back because it would bring him out almost where he started. He will keep on up this way until she gets too small to travel in and then will hit off somewhere else. You other fellers keep behind."