It was there,--the story of Crazy Laura and her descent into the Blue Poppy mine, and again the charge of dynamite which wrecked the tunnel.

With a little sigh, Bardwell closed the book and looked out at the dawn, forcing its way through the blinding snow.
"Yes, I guess we 'll find a lot of things in this old book," came at last.

"But I think right now that the best thing any of us can find is a little sleep." Rest,--rest for five wearied persons, but the rest of contentment and peace.

And late in the afternoon, three of them were gathered in the old-fashioned parlor of Mother Howard's boarding house, waiting for the return of that dignitary from a sudden mission upon which Anita Richmond had sent her, involving a trip to the old Richmond mansion.
Harry turned away from his place at the window.
"The district attorney 'ad a long talk with Barnham," he announced, "and 'e 's figured out a wye for all the stock'olders in the Silver Queen to get what's coming to them.

As it is, they's about a 'unnerd thousand short some'eres." Fairchild looked up.
"What's the scheme ?" "To call a meeting of the stock'olders and transfer all that money over to a special fund to buy Blue Poppy stock.