Gard never ceased to enjoin the utmost caution on the men who undertook
these outermost experimental borings.
His strict injunctions were to cease work at the first sign of water in
these undersea tunnels, make for the gallery, close the trap, and await
events.
Believing absolutely in the existence of one or more great central
deposits whence all these thin veins of silver had come, and hoping to
strike them at every blow of his pick, old Tom Hamon was the keenest
explorer and opener of new leads in the mine.
"The silver's there all right," he said, time and again, "it only wants
finding," and he pushed ahead, here and there, wherever he thought the
chances most favourable.
He took his rightful pay along with the rest for the work he did, but it
was not for wages he wrought. Ever just beyond the point of his
energetic pick lay fortune, and he was after it with all his heart and
soul and bodily powers.
For months he had been following up a vein which ran out under the sea,
and grew richer and richer as he laid it bare. He believed it would lead
him to the mother vein, and that to the heart of all the Sark silver.
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