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Updated: June 19, 2025
They were laughing, thinking of the fortunes there would be here when blasting begun. But Rainbow Pete was not one of the rockmen. No. He told them strange tales of gold. Heh! He was athirst for gold. Strange tales he told of gold.
Not a day went by that three or four of them did not come for their time, chiefly rockmen and teamsters, for we had no ore chute at La Chance. Macartney thought it was Dudley's fault, for nagging around all the time, and was sore over it. Dudley said it was Macartney's, though when I pressed him he said, too, that he did not know why.
Will you pass this ledge, leaving her to fortune?" Rainbow Pete went putting the edge of the cruiser's ax to his twisted thumb. "I come to her in my shoes only," he said. "This is not what she will be wanting. I have no gold." They were shouting to him to have no thought of that, those mad rockmen. There would be gold in plenty. There would be gold. Only go up on the ledge.
The ore-feeder acted as crusher-man, too, the engineer was his own fireman, which, with the battery man and the amalgamator, brought the mill staff down to four, but they were the best of our men. The others Macartney turned to with the rockmen, and in the course of a fortnight he got a few more men from somewhere he wrote to outside.
This is the curse falling on me for hunting gold." Then they laughed, these mad rockmen, mocking him with their eyes. Their eyes were twitching; there was powder in the corners of them. "Are you not master of the eating-place?" they howled at him. "Look, there it stands; is not your wife alone in it?" "Oh my, oh my, he stood looking at them with a ghastly face. Disn't he seem the casual man?
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