There men awaited them, and a tram motor, together with its operator,--happy in the expectation of a departure from the usual routine of hauling out the long strings of ore and refuse cars from the great tunnel which, driving straight through the mountains, had been built in the boom days to cut the workings of mine after mine, relieving the owners of those holdings of the necessity of taking their product by the slow method of burro packs to the railroads, and gaining for the company a freight business as enriching as a bonanza itself.

The four pursuers took their places on the benches of the car behind the motor.

The trolley was attached.

A great door was opened, allowing the cold blast of the blizzard to whine within the tunnel.

Then, clattering over the frogs, green lights flashing from the trolley wire, the speeding journey was begun.
It was all new to Fairchild, engrossing, exciting.