And all three stopped at once.
The hollow sound was coming directly to them now.

Harry once more brought out his carbide to light it for a moment and to examine the timbering.
"It's a good job!" he commented.

"You could n't tell it five feet off!" "They 've made a cross-cut!" This time it was Anita's voice, plainly angry in spite of its whispering tones.

"No wonder they had such a wonderful strike," came scathingly.

"That other stope down there--" "Ain't nothing but a salted proposition," said Harry.