Tim staid with him till the last moment, and then took up his job at the Golden Brier, apparently as depressed by the continued barrenness of their mutual labors as Philip was himself.  After that, Philip fought his battle alone, day after day, and slow work it was; he could scarcely see that he made any progress.

Late one afternoon he finished drilling a hole which he had been at work at for more than two hours; he swabbed it out, and poured in the powder and inserted the fuse; then filled up the rest of the hole with dirt and small fragments of stone; tamped it down firmly, touched his candle to the fuse, and ran.  By and by the I dull report came, and he was about to walk back mechanically and see what was accomplished; but he halted; presently turned on his heel and thought, rather than said: 

“No, this is useless, this is absurd.  If I found anything it would only be one of those little aggravating seams of coal which doesn’t mean anything, and—­”

By this time he was walking out of the tunnel.  His thought ran on: 

“I am conquered . . . . . .  I am out of provisions, out of money. . . . .  I have got to give it up . . . . . .  All this hard work lost!  But I am not conquered!  I will go and work for money, and come back and have another fight with fate.  Ah me, it may be years, it may, be years.”

Arrived at the mouth of the tunnel, he threw his coat upon the ground, sat down on, a stone, and his eye sought the westering sun and dwelt upon the charming landscape which stretched its woody ridges, wave upon wave, to the golden horizon.

Something was taking place at his feet which did not attract his attention.

His reverie continued, and its burden grew more and more gloomy.  Presently he rose up and, cast a look far away toward the valley, and his thoughts took a new direction: 

“There it is!  How good it looks!  But down there is not up here.  Well, I will go home and pack up—­there is nothing else to do”

He moved off moodily toward his cabin.  He had gone some distance before he thought of his coat; then he was about to turn back, but he smiled at the thought, and continued his journey—­such a coat as that could be of little use in a civilized land; a little further on, he remembered that there were some papers of value in one of the pockets of the relic, and then with a penitent ejaculation he turned back picked up the coat and put it on.

He made a dozen steps, and then stopped very suddenly.  He stood still a moment, as one who is trying to believe something and cannot.  He put a hand up over his shoulder and felt his back, and a great thrill shot through him.  He grasped the skirt of the coat impulsively and another thrill followed.  He snatched the coat from his back, glanced at it, threw it from him and flew back to the tunnel.  He sought the spot where the coat had lain—­he had to look close, for the light was waning—­then to make sure, he put his hand to the ground and a little stream of water swept against his fingers: