Hard to rig derricks on that slope.

Let's have powder enough, anyhow, Bolton." The fat man nodded and consulted his plan with the help of his eye-glasses.

Then the three men and the five men passed in out of hearing.
The Beast was sure now.

The men were going to blow out the side of the hill where his hide was thinnest so as to make room for an air-shaft.
An hour later a gang in charge of a red-shirted foreman who were shifting a section of toy track on the "fill" felt the earth shake under them.

Then came a dull roar followed by a cloud of yellow smoke mounting skyward from an opening high up on the hillside.