This beastly foot of mine won't let me dig much.

Hello!" he continued, "that's a mighty queer rock.

I'll just take a look at that hole." He struggled up over the debris and entered the cave.

Through the earth there showed a glistening seam slanting across one side and ending in a broken ledge.
"By Jove!" he cried, copying Jack French in his habit of speech as in other habits, "that looks like the coal we used to find along the Winnipeg tracks." He broke off a piece of the black seam.

It crumbled in his hands.
"I guess not," he said; "but we'll get the shovel at it." Forgetting for the time the pain of his foot, he scrambled down over the soft earth, got his shovel, and was soon hard at work excavating the seam.