"
"Well, that beats hell!" But the lantern vanished as he went grumbling
back to his engine.
They came up, talking excitedly among themselves, stumbled down the
rough path, and filed into the open door of the lighted office. There
were twenty of them, according to Westcott's count, and the interview
within must have been satisfactory as they departed quietly enough,
disappearing down the trail toward Haskell. Moore remained outside,
apparently checking the fellows off as they passed, and when the last
one vanished again hailed the shaft-house:
"What's the matter with you, Tom? Why don't you close down and come
and get your stuff?"
"You want me too?"
"Sure--we're here waitin' fer yer."
Westcott clung to his hiding-place, but greatly relieved in mind. This
unexpected action had postponed his struggle and left him free to plan
for defence. For the first time almost his brain grasped the full
significance of this movement, its direct connection with the
disappearance of Frederick Cavendish, and the presence of Stella
Donovan.
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