Ambition Mine proved a steady “payer.”  No; our young men did not become multi-millionaires.  Mines that will do that for three partners are scarce, indeed.  Ambition, however, did pay enough so that, by spring, Tom and Harry, after looking over their bank account, found that they could go ahead and furnish their engineer offices on a handsome scale.  Some thousands, too, found their way to their families in the good old home town of Gridley.

The mine was turned into a stock company.  Tom, Harry and Jim each retained one-fourth interest.  The remaining fourth of the stock was divided evenly between Cook Leon and the twenty-four miners who had stood by so loyally, so that now each of the original miners, in addition to his day’s pay, owned one per cent. of the gold and silver that went up in the new elevator that replaced the tub-hoist.

Alf Drew did not receive one of the small shares in the mine property.  His cigarette smoking had made him lazy and worthless, and he had done nothing to promote the success of the once desperate mining venture.

However, there was hope for Alf.  At the time when he threw his remaining “coffin nails” in the cook’s fire he really did “swear off,” and he afterwards was able to refrain from the use of tobacco in any form.  He grew taller and stouter and developed his muscles.  Tom and Harry employed him at the mine as a checking clerk, where he actually earned his money, and saved a goodly amount of it every month.

“Tom, you rascal, you promised some day to show me how you scared that boy stiff with your rattlesnake click,” Harry reminded his partner.

“Nothing very difficult about it,” laughed Tom.  “Can you make a noise by grinding your molars together—–­your grinding teeth?  Try it.”

Harry did.  The noise came forth from his mouth, though it didn’t sound exactly like the rattle of a rattler.

“Keep on practicing, and you’ll get that rattle down to perfection—–­that’s all,” nodded Tom.

Spring found the young engineers restless for new fields.  They longed to tackle other big feats of engineering.  Jim Ferrers understood, and said to them: 

“You youngsters know, now, that you can trust me to run this mine.”

“We always knew that we could trust you,” Tom corrected him.

“Well, you know it now, anyway.  You want to get back into the world.  You are restless for new fields to conquer.  Go ahead; only come back once in a while and shake hands with old Jim.  While you’re away I’ll send you a monthly statement of your earnings and see that the money is placed to your credit.”

On their ride to Dugout, Tom and Harry were favored with the company of Mr. Dunlop, promoter of the Bright Hope Mine.

“I suppose it’s a lucky thing for you boys that you stuck to your own mine,” said Dunlop. “you’ve come out a good deal better.  I wish I had secured your services, though.  We’re making some money over at the Bright Hope, but we’d make a lot more with the right engineers in charge.  I’m on my way to Dugout to use the telegraph wires in earnest.  I’ve learned that the real way to make money out of a mine is to have a real engineer in charge.”