Their faces glowed like polished copper in the searching light, their overalls were ragged and stained, and one stumbled and lurched wildly down a slope with a rattle of rolling stones.

Then she glanced at Thirlwell, who stood close by, watching her with a sympathetic smile, though his pose was rather strained.
"Ah," she said, "you have brought me here! Just now I cannot thank you as I ought." "We'll go on," he answered quietly.

"I'd like to fire a shot or two before it's dark, and we'll need some time to drill the holes." Agatha gave him a quick look.

"You are nothing if you're not practical, but perhaps that's fortunate.

One trusts practical people when there are things that must be done." The sunshine had faded when they reached the bottom of the hill and the hollow was shadowy and cool.