"You and I 'll go on the first trip and hurry for the Ohadi road.

Fairchild and Miss Richmond will wait for the second and go to Sheriff Mason's office and tell him what's up.

Meet us there," he said to Fairchild, as he went forward.
Already the hoist was working; from far above came the grinding of wheels on rails as the skip was lowered.

A wave of the hand, then Bardwell and Harry entered the big, steel receptacle.

At the wall the greasy workman pulled three times on the electric signal; a moment more and the skip with its two occupants had passed out of sight.
A long wait followed while Fairchild strove to talk of many things,--and failed in all of them.