There were six charges of dynamite just about to go off be'ind me!" Again the men chuckled as they looked at the fissure, a natural, usual thing in a mine, and often leading, as this one did, by subterranean breaks and slips to the underground bed of some tumbling spring.
Suddenly, however, Fairchild whirled with a thought.
"Harry! I wonder--couldn't it have been possible for my father to have escaped from this mine in the same way ?" "'E must 'ave." "And that there might not have been any killing connected with Larsen at all?
Why couldn't Larsen have been knocked out by a flying stone--just like you were?
And why-- ?" "'E might of, Boy." But Harry's voice was negative.

"The only thing about it was the fact that your father 'ad a bullet 'ole in 'is 'ead." Harry leaned forward and pointed to his own scar.

"It 'it right about 'ere, and glanced.

It did n't 'urt 'im much, and I bandaged it and then covered it with 'is 'at, so nobody could see." "But the gun?
We did n't find any." "'E 'ad it with 'im.

It was Sissie Larsen's.