Up on my back.

I 'm 'efty--and we 've got snowdrifts to buck." She laughed, looked at Fairchild as though for his consent, then crawled to the broad back of Harry, sitting on his shoulders like a child "playing horse." They started up the mountain side, skirting the big gullies and edging about the highest drifts, taking advantage of the cover of the pines, and bending against the force of the blizzard, which seemed to threaten to blow them back, step for step.

No one spoke; instinctively Fairchild and Anita had guessed Harry's conclusions.

The nearest mine to the Blue Poppy was the Silver Queen, situated several hundred feet above it in altitude and less than a furlong away.

And the metal of the Silver Queen and the Blue Poppy, now that the strike had been made, had assayed almost identically the same.