It was easy to make conclusions.
They reached the mouth of the Silver Queen.

Harry relieved Anita from her position on his shoulders, and then reconnoitered a moment before he gave the signal to proceed.

Within the tunnel they went, to follow along its regular, rising course to the stope where, on that garish day when Taylor Bill and Blindeye Bozeman had led the enthusiastic parade through the streets, the vein had shown.

It was dark there--no one was at work.

Harry unhooked his carbide from his belt, lit it and looked around.