We have got back our mine." "The mine!" gasped Kalman faintly.

"Impossible! Why, Brown there--" "Yes! Brown here," yelled that individual; "I know Brown.

He's a corker! But he's sometimes wrong, and this is one of the times.
A mine, and a company! And there's the man that did it! Jack French, to whom I take off my hat! He has just got home, and we have just heard his tale, and--school's out and the band's going to play and the game begin.

And get down from your broncho, you graven image!" Here Brown pulled Kalman headlong from his horse.

"And Jack will perform.