His eyes had become wide, his head had shot forward, his whole being had become one of strained attention.

Once he cocked his head, then, with a sudden exclamation, he leaped backward.
"Look out!" he exclaimed.

"'Urry, look out!" "But what is it ?" "It's coming down! I 'eard it!" Excitedly he pointed above, toward the black vein of lead and silver.

"'Urry for that 'ole in the wall--'urry, I tell you!" He ran past them toward the fissure, yelling at Fairchild.

"Pick 'er up and come on! I tell you I 'eard the wall moving--it's coming down, and if it does, it 'll bust in the 'ole tunnel!".