Part 6 (2/2)
”No. He was sick. I told you that, and I asked you if I should put on Morrison. You didn't say nothing against it.”
”Did Nine and Ten run all night?”
”Except for an hour or two, maybe. Nine worked a shoe loose and Ten burst a screen. That's likely to happen any time. We had to hang up for that.”
”You say you can give no explanation of this?” Firmstone pointed to the empty pans.
”No, sir.”
”Look this over.” Firmstone went to his desk in the office and Luna followed him. He picked up a paper covered with figures marked ”Mine a.s.says, May,” and handed it to the foreman.
Luna glanced over the sheet, then looked inquiringly at Firmstone.
”Well?” he finally ventured.
”What do you make of it?” Firmstone asked.
Luna turned to the a.s.say sheet.
”The average of two hundred a.s.says taken twice a week, twenty-five a.s.says each time, gives twenty-five dollars a ton for the month of May.”
Luna read the summary.
Firmstone wrote the number on a slip of paper, then took the sheet from the foreman.
”You understand, then, that the ore taken from the mine and sent to the mill in May averaged twenty-five dollars a ton?”
”Yes, that's right.” Luna was getting puzzled.
”Very good. You're doing well. Now look at this sheet.” Firmstone handed him another paper. ”Now read the summary.”
Luna read aloud:
”Average loss in tailings, daily samples, May, two dollars and seventy-five cents a ton.”
”You understand from this, do you not, that the gold recovered from the plates should then be twenty-two dollars and twenty-five cents a ton?”
”Yes, sir.” Luna's face was reddening; beads of perspiration were oozing from his forehead.
”Well, then,” pursued Firmstone, ”just look over this statement. Read it out loud.”
Luna took the paper offered him, and began to read.
”What do you make out of that?” Firmstone was looking straight into the foreman's eyes.
Luna tried his best to return the look, but his eyes dropped.
”I don't know,” he stammered.
<script>