"Humph! Then I reckon it's all up with 'em," went on the old miner.
"What do you mean?" asked Roger.
"I mean it's likely they was wiped out," was the reply. "When the fust quake an' slide came I was lookin' down towards thet ledge. I saw some heavy rocks go down, and a big mass o' dirt, too, an' the ledge was buried out o' sight. If they was down thar, it's more'n likely they was buried alive!"
"Oh, I'd hate to think that!" cried Dave, with a shudder.
"Do you think the landslide is at an end?" asked Phil, anxiously.
"There is no tellin' about that, lad. We'll go up on the mountain, and to the safest place we can find, and then wait," said Tom Dillon.
This was done, and an hour later, worn out completely, all sat down to rest and to partake of lunch. They could look far along the mountain side and see just where the avalanche of rocks and dirt had swept downward, a portion halting here and there, and the remainder going clear to the valley far below.
They had been resting about an hour when they saw a figure approaching on foot. It was a man, hatless, and with half his clothes torn from his back. As he came closer they recognized Larry Jaley.
