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t worth it. The vein 's pinched down until we ain't even getting day laborer's wages out of it--and it's October now." October! October--and winter on the way. October--and only a month until the time when Harry must face a jury on four separate charges, any one of which might send him to Canon City for the rest of his days; Harry was young no longer. October--and in the dreamy days of summer, Fairchild had believed that October would see him rich. But now the hills were brown with the killing touch of frost; the white of the snowy range was creeping farther and farther over the mountains; the air was crisp with the hint of zero soon to come; the summer was dead, and Fairchild's hopes lay inert beside it. He was only working now because he had determined to work. He was only laboring because a great, strong, big-shouldered man had come from Cornwall to help him and was willing to fight it out to the end. October--and the announcement had said that a certain girl would be married in the late fall, a girl who never looked in his direction any more, who had allowed her name to become affiliated with that of the Rodaines, now nearing the task of completing their two million. October--month of falling leaves and dying dreams, month of fragrant beauties gone to dust, the month of the last, failing fight against the clutch of grim, all-destroying winter. And Fairchild was sagging in defeat just as the leaves were falling from the shaking aspens, as the moss tendrils were curling into brittle, brown things of death. October! For a long moment, Fairchild said nothing, then as Harry came from the staging, he moved to the older man's side. "I--I did n't quite catch the idea," came at last. Harry pointed with his sledge. "I 've been noticing the vein. It keeps turning to the left. It struck me that it might 'ave branched off from the main body and that there 's a bigger vein over there some'eres. We 'll just 'ave to make a try for it. It's our only chance." "And if we fail to find it there?" "We 'll put a couple of 'oles in the foot wall and see what we strike. And then--" "Yes--?" "If it ain't there--we 're whipped!" It was the first time that Harry had said the word seriously. Fairchild pretended not to hear. Instead, he picked up a drill, looked at its point, then started toward the small forge which they had erected just at the foot of the little raise leading to the stope. There Harry joi
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