"It will be rather a rough job from what I saw of it," Jack went
on. "We are to run a horizontal shaft into some ore deposits. Mr.
MacFarlane and I have been studying the plans for some time; we
went over the ground together last month. That's why I didn't come
to you last week."
Peter twisted his head: "What's the name of the nearest town?"
MacFarlane had told him but he had forgotten.
"Morfordsburg. I was there once with my father when I was a boy.
He had some ore lands near where these are;--those he left me. The
Cumberland property we always called it. I told you about it once.
It will never amount to anything,--except by expensive boring.
That is also what hurts the value of this new property the
Maryland Mining Company owns. That's what they want Mr. MacFarlane
for. Now, what would you do if you were me?"
"What sort of a town is Morfordsburg?" inquired Peter, ignoring
Jack's question, his head still buried between his shoulders.
"Oh, like all other country villages, away from railroad
connection.
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