Now they had reached their object, a reaction had begun, and Agatha was sensible of a curious flatness.

She knew that Drummond and the rock-borer could do nothing with their claims except sell them to somebody who could supply the money to develop the mines; but before they started Thirlwell had outlined a plan by which the holdings might be consolidated and worked together.

The men had approved and promised to give her what Thirlwell called an option, if it seemed worth while to do the work required before the patents would be granted.
When the fumes had cleared they went with him to the cliff and he came back with a heavy bag.

It was dark, but the firelight shone about him as he poured out the stones he had brought and gave her one or two.
"The stuff looks as good as the specimens we have," he said quietly.
Agatha agreed as she weighed the pieces, but her eyes were fixed on his face.

He looked stern, but forced a smile-- "Your father was not deceived, and what he left unfinished you can make good.