Winter had come in earnest, winter with a blizzard raging through the town on the breast of a fifty-mile gale.

Out into it the two men went, to fight their way though the swirling, frigid fleece to Kentucky Gulch and upward.

At last they passed the guard, huddled just within the tunnel, and clambered down the ladder which had been put in place by the sight-seers on the day of the strike.

Then-- Well, then Harry ran, to do much as Fairchild had done, to chuckle and laugh and toss the heavy bits of ore about, to stare at them in the light of his carbide torch, and finally to hurry into the new stope which had been fashioned by the hired miners in Fairchild's employ and stare upward at the heavy vein of riches above him.
"Wouldn't it knock your eyes out ?" he exclaimed, beaming.

"That vein 's certainly five feet wide." "And two hundred dollars to the ton," added Fairchild, laughing.