"Looks as if you wouldn't be much disappointed! Don't you _want_ the dirt to go rich ?" "Let's get on," said Thirlwell.

"I want to fire the shot before it's dark." "Then watch out for my fingers," the miner rejoined.

"When you pound her as you've been doing I like to see you keep your eye on the drill." They worked for some time and then Thirlwell sent for Agatha, and helping her across the creek, held up the ends of two or three fuses and a match-box.
"It's proper that you should fire the first shot.

I've put in a heavy charge and we'll know something about the ore when we see the stuff the blast brings down." Agatha lighted the fuses and they hurried back to the shelter of the trees, where she stood with her heart beating fast.

It was proper that she should be first to undertake her father's work; Thirlwell's thought was graceful.