to spend a lot of time first building a roadway," was Phil's comment.
"If the mining pays it won't take long to get a roadway—and bridges, too," answered Roger. "Money can do almost anything, you know."
"Oh, I know that."
"The main thing will be to guard against the landslides," said Dave, grimly. "But I guess they'll know how to do that, too."
On went the boys, over the rough rocks and across patches of freshly turned up dirt. All were utterly worn out, yet not one of them complained.
"There they are!" cried Dave, some time after noon, as they made a turn around some rocks; and in a few minutes the friends were together once more.
"All safe?" asked Abe Blower, anxiously, and then, when assured that no harm had come to the boys, he added: "Mighty glad to know it!"
"So am I glad!" put in Tom Dillon, heartily. "It was sure some landslide! Almost as bad as the one that wiped out the mine!"
"We've got good news!" cried Roger. "We have relocated the lost mine! Dave did it!"
"You and Phil did it, too," said our hero, modestly.
"Wot! Have ye located the Landslide Mine?" roared Abe Blower.
