was now but one chance of finding coal against nine hundred and ninety
nine that he would not find it, and so it would be wrong in him to make
the request and foolish in Mr. Montague to grant it.
He had been working three shifts of men. Finally, the settling of a
weekly account exhausted his means. He could not afford to run in debt,
and therefore he gave the men their discharge. They came into his cabin
presently, where he sat with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his
hands–the picture of discouragement and their spokesman said:
“Mr. Sterling, when Tim was down a week with his fall you kept him on
half-wages and it was a mighty help to his family; whenever any of us was
in trouble you’ve done what you could to help us out; you’ve acted fair
and square with us every time, and I reckon we are men and know a man
when we see him. We haven’t got any faith in that hill, but we have a
respect for a man that’s got the pluck that you’ve showed; youv’e fought
a good fight, with everybody agin you and if we had grub to go on, I’m d-
–d if we wouldn’t stand by you till the cows come home! That is what
the boys say. Now we want to put in one parting blast for luck. We want
to work three days more; if we don’t find anything, we won’t bring in no
bill against you. That is what we’ve come to say.”
Philip was touched. If he had had money enough to buy three days’ “grub”
he would have accepted the generous offer, but as it was, he could not
consent to be less magnanimous than the men, and so he declined in a
manly speech; shook hands all around and resumed his solitary communings.
The men went back to the tunnel and “put in a parting blast for luck”
anyhow. They did a full day’s work and then took their leave. They
called at his cabin and gave him good-bye, but were not able to tell him
their day’s effort had given things a mere promising look.
The next day Philip sold all the tools but two or three sets; he also
sold one of the now deserted cabins as old, lumber, together with its
domestic wares; and made up his mind that he would buy, provisions with
the trifle of money thus gained and continue his work alone. About the
middle of the after noon he put on his roughest clothes and went to the
tunnel. He lit a candle and groped his way in. Presently he heard the
sound of a pick or a drill, and wondered, what it meant. A spark of light
now appeared in the far end of the tunnel, and when he arrived there he
found the man Tim at work. Tim said:
I’m to have a job in the Golden Brier mine by and by–in a week or ten
days–and I’m going to work here till then. A man might as well be at
some thing, and besides I consider that I owe you what you paid me when I
was laid up.”
Philip said, Oh, no, he didn’t owe anything; but Tim persisted, and then
Philip said he had a little provision now, and would share. So for
several days Philip held the drill and Tim did the striking. At first
Philip was impatient to see the result of every blast, and was always
back and peering among the smoke the moment after the explosion. But
there was never any encouraging result; and therefore he finally lost
almost all interest, and hardly troubled himself to inspect results at
all. He simply labored on, stubbornly and with little hope.
Tim staid with him till the last moment, and then took up his job at the
Golden Brier, apparently as depressed by the continued barrenness of
their mutual labors as Philip was himself. After that, Philip fought his
battle alone, day after day, and slow work it was; he could scarcely see
that he made any progress.
Late one afternoon he finished drilling a hole which he had been at work