At last his hand closed with a tender pressure,--only to release her again.

For there had come a laugh--shy, embarrassed, almost fearful--and the plea: "Can we go back where Harry is?
Can I see the strike again ?" Obediently Fairchild led the way, beyond the big cavern, through the cross-cut and into the new stope, where Harry was picking about with a gad, striving to find a soft spot in which to sink a drill.

He looked over his shoulder as they entered and grinned broadly.
"Oh," he exclaimed, "a new miner!" "I wish I were," she answered.

"I wish I could help you." "You 've done that, all right, all right." Harry waved his gad.

"'E told me--about the note!" "Did it do any good ?" she asked the question eagerly.