The Tenderfoots

THE level rays of the morning sun were struggling in through a dusty and begrimed bed-room window when Bromley awoke to find Philip in the room; a Philip haggard and hollow-eyed for want of sleep, but nevertheless fiercely, exultantly jubilant.

"Wake up! " he was shouting excitedly. "Wake up and yell your head off! We've struck rich pay in that hole in the gulch! -- do you hear what I'm saying? -- pay rock in the ‘Little Jean'!"