"They 've cemented up the top of it with the real stuff and every once in a while they blow a lot of it out and cement it up again to make it look like that's the real vein." "And they 're working our mine!" Red spots of anger were flashing before Fairchild's eyes.
"You 've said it! That's why they were so anxious to buy us out.

And that's why they started this two-million-dollar stock proposition, when they found they could n't do it.

They knew if we ever 'it that vein that it would n't be any time until they 'd be caught on the job.
That's why they 're ready to pull out--with somebody else 's million.
They 're getting at the end of their rope.

Another thing; that explains them working at night." Anita gritted her teeth.
"I see it now--I can get the reason.

They 've been telephoning Denver and holding conferences and all that sort of thing.