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Chapter 7
With dawn making a faint, pale line in the east, Jo
The pure white lode showed not the slightest trace of gold. It was in plain sight.
When the recon drone came over, Terl would have a picture of this. Far, far below, as yet invisible in the darkness, a new fall of rock would tell the story.
Jo
How many hours did Jo
The air was unaccountably still. The morning wind had not started up. The dawn light was reflected back from the surrounding majestic peaks.
Jo
Turning on the beam lights of the platform he examined the mass of fallen rock. Some of it had gone through the river ice. Some of it made
a new bank for the stream. He played the light through the debris. It was an enormous mass.
Hopefully, he looked for some slightest whiteness that would indicate a piece of the lode.
None!
A ton of gold perhaps. But now it was buried under a mountain of rock-fall, possibly even plunged into the river bottom.
The debris was so peaked and broken one couldn't even land on it. He tossed around the idea of clearing a flat place. But it would take hours and the winds would be here soon.
He had to face it. The gold was gone.
The morning wind was begi
and live to tell about it. If he had another short period of morning quiet he might do something. But they'd used up their time.
He sent the flying platform screaming up to the cliff top. It was already being buffeted by turbulent air. He landed.
He told Robert the Fox, “Get these men back to the town.”
Jo
“We aren't done yet, laddie,” said the parson. The whole group looked to be in the shock of disappointment.
Robert the Fox was looking at Jo
"I’m going to do it!” said Jo
Robert the Fox and the parson walked over.
"Terl," said Jo
Thor asked the shift leader and they did some calculations. “About five feet,” Thor finally shouted from the plane.
"I’ll blow it in,” said Jo
He rattled off the exact explosives needed and the plane with the salvaged crew vibrated, ready to take off.
“And bring in the next shift!” shouted Jo
Jo
The crew's equipment was still lying about. The lamps were still on. Jo
While he worked he had others of the rescue team clear the remaining equipment out of the drift and take it above. No reason to waste that. Only the shift radio had been smashed in the rockfall. This drift would never be used again and it might well blow to bits.
He was surprised the plane came back so fast. He was in radio contact with the surface and he told them what he wanted down there.
Very shortly the explosives arrived. He put powerful, molding explosive into each one of the shot holes. Then on top of that he put a giant concussion-fired blasting cap. On top of all that he packed neutral goo. It was rigged so it would blow outward toward the cliff face.
He went back up to the surface, talking on the radio as he was hoisted aloft. They had a harness and cable rigged and he went out to the cliff edge, shrugging into the harness. He ignored Robert the Fox's request that somebody else do it; they had not used explosives that much and Jo
Using a winch and safety wires, they lowered him over the edge. He found it very easy to go down the cliff face now that it was slightly inclined. He signaled when he was opposite the lode and they halted the lowering winch.
Bouncing himself about with his moccasins against the cliff, he looked for the pinhole. From inside he had put a very thin drill all the way through to the outside.
There was the tiny hole! It marked the top center of the inside ring of shot holes.
The shot-holer gun bounced down to him. This was the dicey part. The gun might set off the inside blast with concussion, and if it did he'd be blown off the cliff by the explosion. But he had no time to just drill.
He made a plaited cable of blasting cord. With the shot-holer set at minimum power he made holes for pins in the lode. Getting himself adjusted up and down by the winch and with a thousand feet of chasm gaping below him, he wound the blasting cord through the pins. Presently he had a big circle on the vein.
He fixed an electric firing wire to the cord and let it pay out as they reeled him up.
He was pressed for time. It would be at most half an hour before the recon drone came over and the smoke must be cleared.
The firing wire was run to the plane. He made everyone including himself get into the plane in case more cliff went.
“Stand by!” he shouted.
He pressed the firing button.
Smoke and flame flashed on the cliff face. White quartz and country rock blasted toward the other wall of the canyon.
The ground shook.
No more cliff fell.
Jo
They had a black hole in the cliff side.
It looked like the drift had reached the lode.
They landed again to look busy with equipment. The smoke of the blast dissipated in the mountain air.
The rumble of the drone grew louder in the distance.
Chapter 8
A very hungover Terl sat beside the drone receiver in his office, woodenly taking the lode scans out of the roller.
He had slept the sleep of the very drunk both last night and this morning, and he had not felt any earthquake, nor had anyone informed him of it since the compound was proof against such slight tremors, and it had been much more severe in the mountains.
What little pleasure he got in life these days was looking at the scan photos, even though they showed only a bit more waste ore around the shaft and a little activity.
He was no closer to solving the puzzle of Jayed than he had been when the fellow arrived. The endless searching and trying to figure out the reasons I.B.I. might have an interest here had
cost Terl weight, had sunken in and dulled his eyes, and had put a tremor in his talons when he lifted the all-too-frequent kerbango saucepans to his mouthbones. His hatred of this planet with its accursed blue skies and white mountains deepened day by day. This routine moment at the sca