He lay there watching operations for several minutes, carefully
studying out the situation. He had no clearly defined plan, only a
desire to learn exactly what was being done. The office beyond the
shaft was lighted, although the faint gleam was only dimly revealed
along the edge of lowered curtains concealing the interior. However,
this evidence that some one was within served to attract Westcott's
attention, and he crept around, under the shadow of the dump, and
approached the farther corner. He could perceive now two men on the
hoisting platform, and hear the growl of their voices, but without
being able to distinguish speech. Every few moments there sounded the
crash of falling rock as the buckets were emptied. Revolver in hand he
made the round of the building to assure himself that no guard had been
posted there, then chose the window farthest away from the shaft, and
endeavoured to look in.
The heavy green curtain extended to the sill, but was slit in one
corner. With his eye close to this slight opening he gained a partial
glimpse of the interior.
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