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Updated: April 30, 2025
High went Fairchild's voice as he knocked Blindeye Bozeman staggering for the third time against the hanging wall, only to see him rise and to knock him down once more.
Harry relieved Anita from her position on his shoulders, and then reconnoitered a moment before he gave the signal to proceed. Within the tunnel they went, to follow along its regular, rising course to the stope where, on that garish day when Taylor Bill and Blindeye Bozeman had led the enthusiastic parade through the streets, the vein had shown. It was dark there no one was at work.
Ten or twenty dollar ore looked small beside the occasional shipments from the Silver Queen, where Blindeye Bozeman and Taylor Bill formed the entire working staff until the much-sought million dollars should flow in and a shaft-house, portable air pumps, machine drills and all the other attributes of modern mining methods should be put into operation.
"They'll get enough of it!" added Harry grimly. "They 're miners. They could see that they were making a straight cross-cut tunnel on to our vein. They ain't no children, Blindeye and Taylor Bill. And 'ere 's where they start getting their trouble." He pulled at the door and it yielded grudgingly.
The Silver Queen didn't amount to much and when demonetization set in, I quit you 'll remember, Sheriff and went away. I 'd worked for Squint before, and when I came back a couple of years ago, I naturally went to him for a job again. Then he put this proposition up to me at ten dollars a day and ten per cent. It looked too good to be turned down." "How about you?" Bardwell faced Blindeye.
On they came, closer closer, and then Fairchild gritted his teeth. There were four of them leading the parade, displaying the wealth that stood for the bonanza of the silver strike they had just made, four men whose names were gall and wormwood to Robert Fairchild. Blindeye Bozeman and Taylor Bill were two of them. The others were Squint and Maurice Rodaine!
Harry eyed it studiously. "You can see the silver sticking out!" he announced at last. "It's wonderful even if the Rodaines did do it." A form brushed past them, Blindeye Bozeman, returning from the celebration.
You " he turned to Fairchild "you get Blindeye." "I 'll get him." Anita stopped and groped about for a stone. "I 'll be ready with something in case of accident," came with determination. "I 've got a quarter of a million in this myself!" They went on, fifty yards, a hundred.
"Take me down to the sheriff's office," he commanded. "I 'll tell everything. I don't know so awful much because I ain't tried to learn anything more than I could help. But I 'll give up everything I 've got." "And how about him?" Fairchild pointed to Blindeye, just regaining consciousness. Taylor Bill nodded. "He 'll tell he 'll have to."
And he boomed forward toward the dining room, to find there men he had known in other days, to shake hands with them and to bang them on the back, to sight Blindeye Bozeman and Taylor Bill sitting hunched over their meal in the corner and to go effusively toward them. "'Arry" was playing no favorites in his "'ome-coming."
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